I asked the little boy who cannot see.

I asked the little boy who could not see,

‘And what is the colour like?’

‘Why, white,’ he said,

‘Is like the soft snow underneath my feet.

Red is like the sweet taste of raspberry juice that we made.

And green is like the lovely leaves falling onto my head.

Blue is the pouring rain falling from the sky.

Purple is like the smell of beautiful flowers.

The burning sun on my back, that’s yellow.

Brown is the taste of a delicious chocolate ice block.’