A crowd gathered to make an empty field full
Small noise makers and blankets for lay
Given the black sky with no clouds, dull
An infinite canvas for where the fireworks may
As warning fires shoot anticipation
Drum roll and silence dries my mouth
A donation from my sensation for salvation
While my head falls to the blanket due south
Ecstasy exploding endlessly
Faint white smoke has become an aura
While the gunpowder paints endlessly
Showcasing the sky’s flora
Watching in a complete daze
The sky being set ablaze.