Blindness

The people I pity the most are the blind
They are still alive but live in the black
Can you imagine what their lives must lack?
Beauty from vibrant colors of all kind
Like when the Sunrise and the sky are combined
Cherry blossoms bloom and seem to attack
As the pink petals swirl around your back
And front. Can they picture that in their mind?

The glorious things we see everyday
They cannot. We are lucky to have sight
Appreciate the structure of a tree
Or how a cloud is pierced by the Sunray
Or all the shades we have from black to white.
And pray some day that the blind can see