Poem on Positivism

I think I gave this poem to Father Georg..

Have you noticed the taste of a hot soup on a cold rainy day?
The color of the house where I stay?
Have you noticed the delightful sound of a grass cutter?
Or the clean green ground after?

Have you noticed the color of this paper is brown and the color of the pen is blue

And most of all.. I have transformed into something new...