The air alight with flashes and rockets,
Curling tendrils of smoke and shimmering embers,
The sky rippling,
Like a thunderstorm,
But sweet with children's laughter,
The colours vivid with merriment,
Flames dancing, wild and cheerful,
The night flickering and twisting,
Such sounds, so exhilarating,
So daring,
The evening coloured with amazement,
Displays of such brilliance,
That you never tire of just watching,
The fireworks prancing across night-times stage,
Elegant and bold,
Striving to outshine the stars,
To be more striking and memorable than the last,
Vainly attempting to touch the moon,
Such competitiveness echoes their maker.
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