Echo of the Firework

Staring out the window

Out into the city lights,

Watching the colors burst

Higher, in the black of the night--

Bright sparkles falling fast,

Each chemical burns bright, 

But the colors, they can't last

They're bound to disappear

Bound to fade away

And all that's left is the memory,

The echo of explosions past,

It was beautiful for a minute

Even if it was never meant to last.

I don't know if these are real or not, but I'd pay big money to see this live 😁