Cathedral of Fire and Dreams

Beneath the canvas sky, where colors ignite, A cathedral stands, a beacon of light. Its spires reach high, piercing the night's embrace, A symphony of hues, a painter's grace. The bridge below, a silent sentinel, Bears the weight of dreams, both old and new. Its arches cradle the river's flow, A mirror to the soul, where shadows grow. The fireworks burst, a cosmic dance, A celebration of life, a timeless glance. Each spark a memory, each flame a song, A testament to the human heart's strong. You, too, are a canvas, a world to explore, Where colors blend in the depths of your core. Let your dreams ignite, let your spirit soar, For in every brushstroke, you are the artist of your own shore.