Color Love; Land Of The Colors Poem by May Mustang

This won't be easy to understand,
If you are not from the distant land
Where all the colors are low in pitch,
Dark purples, emeralds deep and rich
Autumn's flaming, summer's green,
Rare beauties you haven't yet seen.

Where all is pitched in a higher key,
Lilac, topaz, ivory
Pale jade green and opaque blue,
Like aquamarine that the sun shines through,
Golds and silver, we have at will
Silvers and gold on each plain and hill,
The silver-green of exotic leaves
The tawny gold of the garnered sheaves,
Silver-blue rivers that silently slide
Golden sands by water side.

Golden waddle, golden broom,
Silver stars of the rosewood's bloom
Amber sunshine, smoke-blue shade,
Opal colors that glow and fade
On the gold of the upland grass,
Blue cloud shadows that slowly pass
Wood smoke blown in azure mist,
Over hills of tenuous amethyst.

Often colors, pitched so high,
The deepest note, the cobalt sky
We must wait until sunset comes,
For multitudes of colors, marching like drums
Or like piano notes that rise and fall,
Purple, orange and cardinal
Or the peacock- green that soft and slow,
Fades to peacock- blue as great stars show.

A pale orange flushes to a peachy pink,
Blue gums tall at the clearing's brink
Ivory pillars, their smooth, fine slope,
Dappled with delicate heliotrope
Grey of the twisted oak tree roots,
Golden bronze of budding rose shoots
Tints of lichens that cling and spread,
Nile-green, primrose, palest red.

Sheen of the bronze wing, blue of the crane,
Fawn and pearl of the lyrebirds' train
Cream colored owl, grey of the dove,
These are the hues of the land that I love.