The beauty of a child is a curious thing
Untempered, like solar flares- Aurora Borealis
Naive and innocent
so pure
the white of their eyes



The glow they exhume when they smile
And how honest they question the world around them



It is a wonderful scene to behold
Heartbreaking- for it is not to last



Sunshine and rainbows
Colours and shapes
They only last but for a moment



Saddening, as we all wish to remain a child
To be beautiful
To see beauty in everything, in everyone



To be curious and careless
To smile and refract light
To cry and raise frenzy
With a gesture the world moved



Painfully, it is not meant to be
For there is darkness in this world
The night and many terrors
Hell- the devil and demons work too hard for any brightness, whiteness or beauty to last.