Blind Lord John is walking with his blind man cane across the park of London. He smells the spring flowers. His footmen are getting a little refreshment so he is strolling alone. His blind white eyes are fluttering. As he hears the little birds chirping in the trees above he smiles gently, his black crooked teeth showing.

"Ahh.." Blind Lord John says sighing as he feels across the pebble path with his cane. He feels a bench with his hand and sits down. "I adore springtime" He mutters