Fireworks

In velvet night, the stars ignite,

A fleeting blaze, a burst of light.

They climb, they soar, with fiery grace,

Painting dreams across the sky’s vast face.

A spark ascends, then blooms in flight,

Chrysanthemums of gold and white.

Crimson flares and sapphire streams,

Explode in moments, fade like dreams.

The crowd below, with upturned eyes,

Gasps as colors kiss the skies.

Each boom a pulse, each crack a cheer,

A fleeting spell that draws us near.

Ephemeral, yet bold they stand,

Crafted by some unseen hand.

For one brief breath, they own the dark,

A fleeting, fearless, fiery spark.

Then silence falls, the embers drift,

The night reclaims its starry gift.

But in our hearts, their echoes play,

Fireworks, forever, light our way.