Natures Portrait

The poem describes how words can be as meaningfull to a blind man as pictures to a child.

It begins.
Breezes gentle,
mornings chill,
once dead alive,
Newborn.
The picture painted,
the brushes washed,
In cup of water:
Lavender, Pink, Yellow and Blue.
Signed Mother Nature, Entitled Spring

It grows.
Like a child,
young and strong,
warm and wick,
Alive.
The picture painted,
the brushes washed,
In cup of water:
Orange and Blue, Yellow and Red.
Signed Mother Nature, Entitled Summer

It ages.
Strength falls
from the tree,
withered leaves of remembrence,
Wise.
The picture painted,
the brushes washed,
In cup of water:
Brown and Yellow, Green and Orange.
Signed Mother Nature, Entitled Autumn

It ends.
Still and cold
glistening white.
momentary end,
death of nature, strand of time.
The picture painted,
the brushes washed,
In cup of water:
White.
Signed Mother Nature, Entitled Winter

Beauty in the eye of beholder?
Who is he?