Red and yellow, blue and green, I’m the magic in between. Swirl me, blend me, watch me shine, I make your pictures come alive. What am I?

Where frogs leap and lilies float, a mirror for the sun, a gentle cradle of whispers and reflections, home to the still and serene.

I travel the world but never roam alone. I have a tongue, yet never speak a tone. I kiss the ground before I meet the sky, And lose my sole the longer years go by.

I fuel your fire in the dead of night I’ll be a strong house if you do it right With my source standing high on top of the hill I’m the last name of the infamous Will

I can warm your hands and hold your morning drink, steal your wallet in the street, or stare back at you in the mirror when you look at me. What word am I?