The sharp whistle shooting high

Then comes a pop, center of the sky

Louder than I have ever heard

Streaks of neon colors dash forward

Spreading among the sky

Are they watching amazed while they fly

Or quivering in fear somewhere in the trees

Up above, just for a second, it freezes

Like an explosion being captured to frame

Then it all falls into flames

Vanishing midway just like magic

Shutting my eyes to recall all the graphics

Then within a second double reappears

I wish everyday was new years

Every color I could ever imagine

In every picture that could happen

A dragon or a wagon

A canon or a cabin

A billion burst of sparks follow for forever

Mouth hung open, eyes wider than ever

The prettiest thing I have ever seen

Nothing can ever beat this scene