The World

The world is the most beautiful
At its ugliest of times
The child's sweet eyes, full of sorrow
As it searches hungrily for it's mother
The jelly covered teeth of the toddler
That smiles and turns away
The beautiful thunderstorm
That brings life giving water
And the sad eyes of the puppy, cold and scared
Caught out in the cold, harsh rain
The dandelions in bloom, they sway
To and fro, in that autumn afternoon breeze
Blanketing the landmines just below them
Waiting for years, for one wrong footstep
The beautiful world, at its ugliest of times
Makes us want to shy away
From that ill, homeless woman
Old and helpless
And you look for change to throw into her bucket
Covering your eyes in shame
And guilt
And pain
There's green grass in the field
Grass that's running wild now
All the children that ran around
Played games and wrestled in the grass
Green knee-ed and dirt patched
They've left the playgrounds a long time ago
Moved away with the world
The asphalt tramples the green grass underfoot
In it's black, shiny glory
Making the world a little more beautiful
At its ugliest of times
Young life fights to live
And lose it's innocence to the outside world
But not a chance is she given
And the coursing blood
It stops in her veins
And in that stillness
That lifeless nothingness
Sitting heavily in those burnt out eyes
Her innocence intact in them
Never to be let outside
In that beautiful, beautiful world
Which in that moment
Is at it's ugliest of times