In a windy evening, two lives were born,
Each gifted by fate, each uniquely adorned.
One child was blind, the other could not hear,
Yet joy filled their hearts, casting out fear.
Their parents, not burdened, embraced what was true,
For love knows no bounds, and so their joy grew.
The second one saw through a world vast and wide,
And painted with words what his brother could not stride.
The first child, in whispers, would share all he'd know,
Translating the sounds, letting imagination flow.
Together they thrived, weaving visions so bright,
Finding beauty in darkness, and sound in the night.
So let us remember, as life we explore,
Happiness thrives in the gifts we restore.
In every limitation, there's potential to see—
Life's richest blessings are in love's unity.