Anonymous British

I Asked The Little Boy Who Cannot See

I asked the little boy who cannot see, "And what is colour like? " "Why, green," said he, "Is like the rustle when the wind blows through The forest; running water, that is blue; And red is like a 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. "