The sound of rushing water
Comes from somewhere to my left
I sit in a chair upon the patio
Which direction I face I know not
The sun warms my face
So I know I face the sun
But I do not know if it rises or sets
Darkness is everywhere around
The smells of flowers blooming
From somewhere beyond view
Reach me as I sit upon the patio
They smell so beautiful and alive
I know not the color of the sky
Not the color of the trees and flowers
Though I have been told
I’ve never seen these colors that they hold
It’s like someone blocked out the sun
But it’s only my own eyes
Darkness that covers the entire earth
Thus it is to be blind
The Adams-Schlag Family 