Masterpiece

A blank canvas, clean and crisp Awaits the drops from a rainbow sprayed pitter patter of a magical rainfall and a storm, by the artists brush obeyed Onto a perfect paradise A shattered pallette of acrylic thrown with accuracy near the archers aim That it falls like leaves, by autumn blown A sea of organised destruction Skillfully strewn across a landscaped view Crimson red and sunkissed bronze hidden by a haze of blue A mass of seasons, winter's spring An abundance of wishes and dreams laid bare Onto this portrait of sheer madness scantilly clad and almost shared An explosion of flavours Freedom ventured through flecks of paint Songs of lovebirds whispered Following rhythm with melodies faint Flowers lost in winds of brown Valuable gems encrusted with gold buried deep dashes and lashes of watercolour flicked into sequence and layed in a heap A masquerade of autumn leaves fall as a line of coloured soldiers march, swift A mask of beauty disguises the page Like a tiny world, and delicate gift Fire blends into the ocean of blues yet white ice devours monumentous heat A fog of grey trims the edge The work of a genius is almost complete