Firework.

Just a short note.

I saw them raining down in the sky.

Like blooming flowers of fire.

It made me think of the analogy of them being like the "bursting bombs" in the air, and it made wonder why we celebrate independence with metaphorical ammunition. 

They zip through the sky with a given purpose by man, but with a mind of their own.

Pyro-maniacs rejoice.

The empty sky in which I saw them exploding was like a dark, gray canvas,

And the little shooting stars and sparks of light were the color, making the perfect picture of an American holiday. 

Everyone gasps at the sight they have seen many times, yet it keeps its whimsical nature and effect.

The stars smiled at seeing their cousins pay a quick, but bright, visit.

And we all grab a bottle and put down our worries and quarrels, and unite in watching the fire dance across the sky.

Reviews

[Daytonight]

A perfect description! Well done. Keep on penning.

[Stephanie Slayer]

stunning write

[nevermindfan1991]

Perfect Poem about fireworks. It describes them vividly. This was a great poem and thoroughly enjoyed reading it.

Very..tender. I love the first and last few lines

Great one. Very nicely describing a celebration. Thanks for the review...enjoyed your writings.