Sans Seeing; A Blind Poem

I can hear the fleas sneezing, 

the bees buzzing, 

the ants fussing.

These I am hearing, sans seeing.

I can hear the wind whistle,

cold bristle,

babies sniffle.

I can hear the rain drizzle, sans seeing.

I can hear the stars flash,

storm crash,

minds dash.

I can hear the words slash, sans seeing.

I can hear the frown,

and children turning upside down.

The rustling of a ballroom gown.

My vision is with sound, sans seeing.

I don't need to see to smile,

or to truly see once in a while.

When my ears can paint the profile

of the world around, 

sans seeing.

My world is a sound

of the world all around,

and my colors abound,

sans seeing.