As I look at the canvas i find a masterpiece of unique quality 

Carved by the breath of the God given earth

others ponder how it could be better 

Even the canvas begins to question its own worth 

I ask myself what could a perfect masterpiece possibly need

It has a base of profound support which could carry its own plus one

A beautiful surface smoothed out by years of harsh weathering 

A shimmering glow that questions the very laws of the spectrum 

Precious metals and natural gems of priceless proportions lying deep within

and a lifespan that can be seen and cherished for centuries to come.

then it hit me like the rays of the vibrant sun.

the only thing that a perfect masterpiece needs in the world 

is a perfect admirer that knows the meaning of a natural beauty 

A perfect masterpiece.