If the 'Blind' Could See

If only the hateful blind could see All the vistas of felicity Found in here, and found in there Found everywhere at every stare Found in the sea which marine adore It's placidly waves pours colors azure Found in the night with light above Of luminous colors as white as dove Found in the depths of every grotto A gleaming gem; a winning lotto If only they could freeze and ponder Abandon stress, free to glance a-yonder I can only imagine what they'd find Like all creature's souls, one of a kind In forests would they find roses, berries? Taste sweetened juice and spy canaries? Find beehives stacked with sugared honey? One spoon full is all to omit money Traverse beaches, deserts, full of sand! Cling onto essence: nature's hand! Could they feed their eyes a blossom tree? Who's full beauty even I can't see? Would their eyes venture the afternoon? An atlas, pigments red and blue? View land on mountains, glazed with snow Sky full of lamps, the rest below From that view, they'd see it all The sea, the sky and leaves in fall They'd see caves and coves and beach's shores! Gems, berries, honeys, all galore! The view would force their eyes to pour! Joy streaming in their inner core! They'd be it too! Something inside! The heart's most deepest joy be pried! Their senses overran by all The largest beauties of all things small Oh if only a wicked eye could see... The marvel of our majesty~