My Three-year-old Niece's child, blind from birth,
Her Grandpa, my brother.

Walking the garden, her tiny hand in his, showing her colours,

Tiny hands feeling the Green grass,
Little fingers grasping a Brown stone, warm from the sun.
Small bare feet kicking the Blue water gleefully.
Little nose smelling a Pink rose.

Can you see colours?

Sometimes we are too busy to stop and see beauty even when we can.