The colors you hold in your hand.

The colors you hold in your hand.

I can see the colors of light you hold in your hand. But I still don't understand. You come from a distant land, and the colors are low in pitch, deep purple's emeralds deep, and rich where Autumn's flaming and green. This is beauty you have never seen. It's all pitched in a higher-key lilac topaz and ivory, the jade green and the pale blue like an aquarium. The sun shines through, and there is gold and silver on every hill. Then I see golden sand by the waterside. I still like the countryside.