I asked the boy who cannot see,
"And what is colour like?"
"Why green", said he,
"Is like the rustle when the blows through.
The forest; running water that is blue:
And red is like trumpet sound: and pink
Is like the smell of roses: and I think
That purple must be like a thunderstorm:
And yellow is like something soft and
Warm:
And white is a pleasant stillness when you lie
And dream."
