Organized Yet Abstract

A streak of gray rushes to the sky,

Soaring and arching,

Up, up, up.

A thin line of smoke is left behind,

A trail of the firework's journey.

It begins to ark,

The parabola beginning to be graphed,

Someone descending down a mountain.

But then it explodes,

The probability being broken,

Streams of color raining down,

The dyed flames carefully programmed 

To splay across the dark, now smoky sky.

The design is organizied yet abstract,

The large sparks working with others,

But still flying free,

Being allowed to pave their own paths

Within nearly drawn boundaries.

The adventuring fire creates a display,

A beautiful show of brightness,

Something to explode your joy bigger,

To expand your hope,

To broaden the kindness around you.

Each part of the fireworks is perfect,

A balance of organization and freeness,

Exploded upon the smoky night sky.