When I was little

When I was little,
I thought only I could see in color,
everyone else was doomed,
to a black and white world.

The green dew on trees,
the radiance of flowers,
this dazzling rainbow world,
my special treasure.

Could it be that others
shared in this magic world?
Hard to imagine...

It didn't ever occur to me,
that while others' pupils
were black and white,
so was mine.