There is a smell;
An odour which is most unpleasant
To my nostrils.
There is a vision;
Smokey rings wafting through the air
The image coming through the pupil of my eye.
There is a sound;
The intake of breath and a slow exhale
Produce wavelengths that reach my ears.
There is a touch;
By a little one who has also sensed the same
As she reaches out for my hand.
There is an understanding;
Putting together the pieces, we finally comprehend
We walk away to find a place with no smell,
A place free of smokers for us to dwell.