FIREWORKS

A trail of pearls reach in the night,
A burst, a ball of flaming light,
A sudden spread up there so high,
Displays its beauty for the eye,
The ear, the mind.

A pattern, floating in the sky,
Entrancing every watching eye.
The sparkling colors starts to fall,
The points are gone except a few,
Then there are two, now only one.

Now all the people on the ground
Are watching it, it steals the show,
It falls so slow. When will it go?

Think of all the energy,
That tiny speck can let them see.
That speck is seen from far around
By all those watching on the ground.
All eyes are drawn--Poof!
It's gone.