Blind Poet

I hear the world is beautiful trees, grass, insects, landscape people with eyes praise them but why are some of them sad? Pretty women, pretty babies roam the surface of the earth I hear there are nice films too why are some people bored? I wish I had eyes to see wonders those good things I would enjoy I tell you, my life would be a joy Nothing would make me sad If those with eyes to see do not see How much would the blind not see?