The blind man stoops over,
The purple flower yields,
He smells the fragrance and smiles.
The blind man reaches up,
A raindrop tickles his fingers,
He feels the water and smiles.
The blind man turns his head,
A bird chirps as it flies past,
He hears the melody and smiles.
The blind man opens his mouth,
The rest of his donut enters his mouth,
He tastes the sweet donut and smiles.
The blind man looks down,
He smells, feels, hears and tastes,
He stares at the sun and says,
“If I could see, I’d never close my eyes again.”
