'Without Sight'
By Pigga981
Wind blowing through the trees,
sounds in mind stir;
Only bird the blind boy knows
is sweet sound of one who chirps.
Beautiful world..so unkown,
he raises a hand to the sky;
Doesn't see what roams above,
but hears it flying by.
Will you be okay,
living through sound and touch?
You make me realize..though I can see,
in my life I miss so much.
So easy to miss the sound of birds
lost to song in flight,
The glorious sound the wind makes..
or crickets in the night.
So easy not to reach out
and grasp life in your hands,
But the importance to touch and feel..
the blind boy understands.
Michelle Magnuson,c'2000
(
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