26 October 2012
Shooting up, In the sky. Pink and red, Swirling high.
Fluttering about, Tracking through the stars. Swooping, flying, soaring, brighter than Mars.
Bursting into colour, Dying away. Then shooting back up, There's no delay.
Lighting up the skies, Bring gasps of delight. Nothing more spectacular, Than firework night.
Fireworks • Opuss № I