I once observed this specific thing.
It’s beauty pierced through my eyelids,
Like salt water in a carribean island’s bay.
No matter the perspective,
It always left me without words to say.
It’s effect is effective. So much so that,
If I had to compare with another thing,
In shame Would that very attempt lay.
Can an art piece contain the fullness,
Of the painter’s imagination?
That is to say, The thing I observed was,
The knowledge of the creator. If something
Else was to compare, it surely wouldn’t be a declaration, and would be defeated in an argument conducted under moderation.