But inside...I know
That perhaps of a spark of it is still there
And that very spark,
It will grow and grow, faster and faster...
Just like the way,
A perfectly round cherry does
And from that little orb of light,
It will bloom,
Burst.
Give way the gooey goodness inside.
Empty it all until it is free.
Explode.
Crackle.
As if celebrating its final achievement,
Showering sparks absorbed by the air.
As they heavily rain down,
Like a group of shooting stars.
What was once a spark...
Now a firework.