Celestial Elegy

Beneath the canvas sky, where dreams ignite, A city sleeps, its towers kissed by light. Festive sparks ascend, a symphony of flame, A fleeting dance, a moment caught in time's embrace. The river mirrors the heavens' glow, A silent witness to the night's show. Each burst of color, a story untold, A testament to joy, to hope, to old. The towers stand, silent sentinels of time, Their spires reaching for the stars sublime. The fireworks' glow, a transient crown, A fleeting beauty, yet forever bound. In this spectacle, we see ourselves, Our own desires, our own hopes, unfurled. For in the light of fleeting moments, We find the essence of our souls' content. Let the fireworks guide us, let them inspire, A reminder that beauty is a fleeting fire. Yet in its glow, we find our own, A spark of life, a spark of love, a spark of hope.