Jeanne Louise Morgan
You'll never see a tree or touch a leaf,
Or hear the ocean roar against a reef:
The whisper of the wind and falling rain,
or see snow flying past a windowpane;
The rainbows' hue, flowers bloom, birds in flight,
Or the light of day and the dark of night.
You'll never feel the sunshine on your face:
A loved one's caress, a soft sweet embrace.
You will never hear school and church bells ring: