She hears the morning:

Birds chirping in harmony,

Life's song greets her ears.

She feels the midday:

Sun's warmth hugs her tender skin,

Whispers of the breeze.

She smells the evening:

Rain's fresh scent on thirsty earth,

Nature's perfume spreads.

She tastes the night air:

Hints of jasmine in the dark,

Coolness on her tongue.

She knows the world's pulse:

Not through site, but memory,

Her window to life.

Spring's soft whispers flow,

Blossoms dance, a scent so sweet,

Life's warmth she knows well.

Summer's fierce sun speaks,

Children's laughter paints her day,

Warm rays touch her soul.

Autumn winds murmur,

Leaves fall, golden Hughes unseen.

Nature's shift she feels.

Winter's silence falls,

Snowflakes kiss the pane gently,

Cold's embrace she greets.

Seasons cycle through,

Window open, what a view!

Felt, not seen, beauty blooms.