It's a Beautiful World

The world around a little girl

swirls into an obscure shape

The world around a little girl

becomes what we all think is fake

she covers her round eyes

with hands wrinkled

for she has been in the rain

the pitter patter hitting her cold head

avoiding the sight of her mother

or what is left

the hearse veers ahead leaving the burden

the slick black coffin

the smooth black case

that holds her mother

or what's left

she only sees the dark

not realising that it's caused

by her small hands

covering her round eyes

the rain slowly recedes

relinquishing its grasp on the day

permitting the sun to shine

where it is least desired

the little girl allows

her hands to move

from her little face

letting her round eyes

see the sun

despite the warm tears

dripping from her face

she smiles at the beauty

of the alien bright objects rays

reflecting off the water

upon her mother's coffin

a dark gloves hand

rests itself on her shoulder

the body to which the hand belongs

she is unaware

only noticing the beauty of the bright sun

and the tragedy of the day

she absorbs the sight with her round eyes

then remembers why she is at the beautiful place

upon remembering she covers her round eyes

yet again

and the world twists into obscurity

yet again