Fireworks,
Bang,
Zoom,
Pop,
Sizzle,
And Boom,
A cacophony of sounds.
Fireworks,
Red,
Blue,
White,
Yellow,
And purple,
A collaboration of colors.
Fireworks are all of these things,
Quite beautiful,
Beautiful symbols,
Symbols of Freedom,
Joy,
Victory,
Celebration,
And hope.
Is it any wonder why we love them?
Why we blow them up once a year?
Or even more than once?
Such a bright contrast against the dark sky,
Reminding us that against the immense odds,
Against the looming darkness,
That there is still light,
That there is still hope,
That we might be wrong about what is impossible,
As long as we keep fighting,
Keep on dreaming,
Keep on living.
About the Creator
Rebecca Patton
Ever since discovering Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories. I also wrote my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception" on Amazon.
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Lovely words and the shape makes me see a firework
Beautiful, great poem, love it, thanks for sharing! Subscribed.