NaPoWriMo 10: Filter

Oh, the luscious grass.

Can't you see its chartreuse tint?

And the autumn leaves,

Are they dead as well?

How can you live like that?

Drowning in shades of yellow, blue and green.

Your eyes have built-in filters.

But don't you long to see the world for what it truly is?

a.d. (lament for the colorblind)