This is what I see
When I look thur the keyhole
Colors unimageable, Colors that dance in the sun.
Highlights that give depth of color
Grass as thick an soft as carpet
Green and sparkling as a cut emerald
Great spreading trees. Leaves as big as two palms,
fruit hanging like glistening pears
And a river runs thur it. Clean and clear.
Polishing the rocks as it bubbles by.
On the hozison a house made of crystal. Cut and polished to reflect the light.
A prism of color shone in the air around the house, inviting me into the cocoon