Poetic'O

The blind boy longed to see colours. I say to him;
Look at the vastness of the dark sky, as the starry bodies shine in full glory.
Listen! The birds of the deep blue sky singing in anticipation!
The freshness of the trees and the air, green is its colour.
You can see the blue of the ocean as the sound of waves beating against whitewashed rocks!
The smell of the ocean that uplifts the very soul.
The blind boy cannot see, but the assuring warmth of the sun looks radiantly red.
Alas, he saw! But alas, he said, "I am but I am."

Man cannot comprehend.
Man cannot apprehend.
He is minuscule, insignificant.
The greatness of nature, simply overwhelming.
The wonders of creation, perplexing yet simple.

A little spinoff yesterday's post. Yepz.
Just feeling blue haha.

Jon