Colors - as we see them

It was fall; we were driving
Through streets laced with trees
Bursting with colors.
And I was quietly smiling away
At their immense loveliness.

"What lovely colors!", he quipped
Startling me -
Not because he broke the silence.
He was partially color-blind,
Seeing colors differently.

I looked again at the trees.
Huh, maybe it would look even better
With the reds replaced by purples
And the greens with golden yellow.
(Damn, what am I missing out on!)

If beauty is in the eyes
Of the beholder,
Then I wish for more eyes -
Of different kinds:
A color-blind pair, of course.
And one blind eye, please -
How cool would it be
If the air were multi-colored
And all else was colorless.

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[Inspired by Ilayaraja's:

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A core of more than just 0 and 1s

If I have a heap of a thousand grains
And I take one by one and throw it down the drains
At what exact point a "heap" no longer remains?

If I drive unsober, hit and hurt Mr. Chuck
Another drives unsober, not encountering a single schmuck
Should I be punished more than he, for my ill-luck?

If I write a song, make a dress out of meat,
Trace a painting by Dali and cook pancakes from buckwheat
What rules define which ones are art which are no feat?

If we want our lives equipped with better aides of actions
Is it time to tear down our digital curtains
And re-build it with a core of more than just 0 and 1s?