In the ever darkened realms, of deep tunnels and lands
There is life, some depend upon brief glimpses of light
But other forms of life thrive upon the darkness there
In biological forms where sound and scent are assets
For them the ability to visually see, is less important
To some blind but with sight, seeing without seeing
An existence like this seems alien to us, but if there
We'd be the aliens, our dependence upon sight rare
