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?’
‘Why green,’ he said,
‘Is like trees blowing softly in the wind.
Purple is the lovely smell of violets,
Yellow is the warm sun shining on you
And orange is the feeling of sand between your toes.
Aqua is the lovely sound of flowing water.
White is the sound of happiness from others,
And red is the sweet taste of juicy strawberries