The sky comes alive
With so many hues
Starbursts of scarlet
Or bright neon blues.
Showers of gold rain
Fall down from the sky
Forever they glitter
Within my mind’s eye.
Silvery rings spin
And splendidly gleam
Upon smoky clouds
Of glorious green.
Beautiful rockets
Of light shoot and soar
With huge explosions
That fill me with awe.
J.A McManus
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fireworks-25/
