I asked the the boy who cannot see

I asked the the boy who cannot see,

‘And what is colour like?’
‘Why Red,’ said he,
‘Is like the sweet taste of raspberry juice that I made.
Blue is like the waterfalls that I hear pouring down.
The sweet smell of purple is like flowers floating through the air.
Brown is like a delicious taste of a chocolate mousse,
Black is a thunderstorm crashing together.
White is the snow falling from the sky in winter.
And yellow is the sun burning on my back in summer.