In a world of vibrant hues so bold, Where colors dance and stories are told, There exists a subtle, silent plight, A condition casting shadows on the light.
Color blindness, a whispered name, Affecting vision, not the heart's flame, Inherited whispers on the X chromosome, Genetic tales in every single home.
Cones in the eyes, those precious keys, Unlocking the world in harmonious degrees, Yet some are missing, lost in the stream, Affecting the canvas of one's visual dream.
Red-green blindness, a common refrain, A challenge to see the world's colorful terrain, Hues of traffic lights and maps intertwine, A puzzle of colors in a life designed.
Blue and yellow, less common but real, A different palette, a distinct feel, Achromatopsia, where all is in grayscale, A world of shadows, a unique tale.
Genetic whispers on the X chromosome, A tale told in every family's home, Males more prone, a solitary X, Yet females too, in genetics perplex.
Adapting and compensating, an art refined, Navigating a world with colors entwined, A limited palette, a unique sight, Yet the spirit sees beyond the light.
Lenses and filters, technologies arise, To enhance perception, unveiling new skies, A symphony of solutions, a harmonious quest, In a world where colors are put to the test.
Color blindness, a chapter, not the whole, A part of the story that shapes the soul, In the canvas of life, where colors blend, A diverse mosaic, a journey without end.
