The children of the masked,
dance their endless rounds.
Circus chimes and spiral twirls,
happiness had been found.
Everyday they try their best,
to dance and perform their tricks.
Even when they trip and fall,
they laugh like newborn chicks.
From balance to dance,
from animals to lights -
the tent was filled with sound.
Children laughing, and talents whirling.
As the waltz went round and round.
Then, unexpectedly, the lead child,
knocked his noggin on the ground,
as his head hit a rock -
the tent reigned without a sound.
No children danced,
no animals whined.
and when the audience rose from their chairs -
the performers left to wept their loss,
caring no more for their joyful affairs.
One by one,
the pain struck hard,
and there was no happiness left in store.
So From that point on,
to the eternal end -
there was happiness no more.
(Sometimes in the midst of loss, people forget to move on. This is for the people who miss their lost relatives.)
