All That’s Beautiful To A Blind Man

All that’s beautiful to a blind man
Is hearing the laughter of children
Jumping around at a nearby park;
Feeling the Sun’s rays giving warmth
On a beautiful day he can not see as birds sing,
He can hear their beautiful music;
Or bending to scratch the velvet head
Of his dog which helps him walk around town.
Smile crosses his face when roses fill the air
He may not see but can feel, touch, smell and hear
The beautiful that surrounds his ever being.