I asked the little boy who cannot see

I asked the boy who cannot see,

“And what is colour like?”

“Green,” said he

“Is like lying on the grass as fresh air blows over you.

Blue is the wonderful rain coming down on you.

Red is like the blood rushing through your body fast,

And pink is like smelling roses from a bushy brunch.

Purple is eating a yummy cold plum.

Yellow is like a sponge washing the dishes.

And white is dreaming about the clouds.