If death were beautiful,

There would be laughs

Instead of cries.

Floods of black gowns

Would be white

And bright

In an overflowing room

Of a grieving family.  

If death were beautiful,

The world would be full of peace and light

Rather than distress and darkness. 

Death would not be a state of sorrow and misery,

It could be a key handed to oneself to open a door to new beginnings.

If death were beautiful,

It would be a normalized cycle,

One soul dies and another comes into the world,

Optimistically hopeful for a new life,

A new beginning,

With nothing negative to try and avoid.

Now,

Death is full of saddened beauty and emotion,

Even if the heartbeat has stopped.