Perfection

I have never seen something perfect,
In nature or otherwise,
Though some things I have seen were suspect,
And were amazing to the eyes.

I have watched gorgeous sunsets,
Filling the skies with hues of red and gold,
Bands of color freshly painted and wet,
And patches of colors bright and bold.

I have seen the moon in clear skies,
Whose beams light the ground below,
You could scarecly remove your eyes,
If you've ever seen it reflect off snow.

I have watched the sun rise above the sea,
Not a single piece of land in the way,
Parting through the morning clouds,
And rising through the sky to stay.

I have watched the trees sway,
Mingling with a storm's forceful breeze,
Not letting a thing get in their way,
Neither side allowing the other to ease.

I have watched snow glisten in the morning sun,
Upon a breathtaking side of mountain,
And hearing birds did listen when they sung,
As they poured from the forests like a fountain.

I never thought I would see something,
Perfect until the two of us met,
Leaving me slackjawed and staring,
At perfection unseen as of yet.