He cannot see the morning mist but he can feel the autumn breeze,
He cannot see the trees changing colour but he can hear the rustling of leaves,
He only knows the seasons are changing from the cooler winds outside,
He is used to the fact now he will never be eagle eyed.
But his other senses are heightened by his plight,
The sweet smell,The sweet voice,The sweet touch for which he doesnt need sight,
He lives with how he is with just one big regret,
That on the beach with his love, he cant watch the sunset.