fireworks the fireworks begin thundering through the night flashes and pops of sparkling light brilliance reflecting through the night sky leaving the images in one's closed eye watching with anxiety as they strike the first flame waiting with excitement for the same firework again they hit the night with a glorious boom, and fill the sky with light as if it were a room the sparks then gently float through the air down to the children, get stuck in their hair another is lit, another, another the finale is coming, to a boy says her mother the crowd waits in silence for that one last shot and disappointed, they definitely were not BOOM HISS SIZZLE BAM the midnight explodes with sounds with a crisp WHAM a rainbow of colors flies through the sky and then the end is coming nigh the display is over, the ashes are dead noises are mute, gone are white, blue and red the remains fill the sky with a thin curling cloud and young children are grateful that it's no longer loud