Fireworks

Light one end and watch it burn up. Once there is nothing but ash, the small flicker of a flame ignites the internal. It burns hot and sends the entire vessel launching into orbit. It rockets into the sky moving as fast as it can. Anything, Anything at all to get away from the ground and that spark that sent it on its way. Finally at a safe distance, far away and into the lonely and empty sky, it can explode. Fire, smoke, and an array of colors fill the sky but everyone can only look up in awe from the ground. So caught up by the sight and spectacle, the sound of the explosion seems to be nothing more than a mild pop from where they are sitting. Their ears are deaf because of how full their eyes are. However, all the spectators below are only interested in the explosion and the sensation. They forget the falling remains that tumble from the sky. That rocket that was so eager to get away from the earth must eventually return to it. Now it’s all used up. Nothing left but ashes and chard pieces. Nothing to save or treasure. Even the spectators have moved their eyes and thoughts to the next musing. All that built up energy, gone in an instance. The ruins left behind mean nothing. Only those who happened to get singed or held on during the explosion would remember. And few get that close, and even fewer can hang on. Other people forget. Colors fade. Ashes remain, but those can wash away in time. Even burns heal until only there’s only a faint scar. All you really even remember in time is the thrill or pain you experienced.