I asked the little boy who cannot see

I asked the little boy who cannot see,
 ‘And what is colour like?’
 ‘Why, blue,’ said he,
 ‘Is like the freezing water, surrounding me in the pool,
 Green is the wind racing through the leaves with excitement,
 Purple must be a dark cloud sending rain drops down, And
yellow is the sweet taste of banana cake,
 The rage that people let out when they're angry; that’s red.
Pink is the fluffy candy floss that I like to eat, and
 white is the plain sound all around me as I sleep.’