Blind

I have never seen the thing they call "yellow"

but I have felt it in the warmth from the sun.

I have never seen the majesty of a wooded hillside

but I have felt the scratches of thorns on my skin

I have never and will never see the wind

as it dances across plains and mountains alike. 

But I know its feel better than anyone

for its chill echoes the cry of my heart. 

This comes from me wondering in Pentateuch what it would be like to be blind.

Happy Awkward Existentialism Day!