I asked the little boy who cannot see

I asked the little boy who cannot see,

“And what is colour like?”

“Why red,” said he

“Is like the sweet smell of strawberries,

If you hear the big waves crashing that is the colour blue,

The smell of raspberry jam is like pink,

When the sun shines on me it covers my face in yellow,

Rice is like the taste of white,

The icky sticky mud is brown,

And orange is like the smell of the juicy orange.”