I asked the little boy who cannot see

I asked the little boy who cannot see

I asked the little boy who cannot  see    
‘‘And what is colour like?’’
‘‘Green,’’ said he
“Is like the soft long grass in the forest
The water running down your face on a rainy day that is blue.
Red is smooth like the petals on a rose
And pink is like the taste of bubble gum I chew.
Yellow is like the the beams of light shining through your window every morning.
Black is the rough edges on a rock
And white is like a cloud soft as a thousand pillows”

Suliasi