Bonfire
The
red, orange, and yellow colors of the fire sway on top of the wood, on a
mission to keep you warm. Marshmallows and wieners on sticks hang over the
fire, which is secreting warm air to toast your marshmallows to a golden brown
for your s’mores. The crunching of gram crackers and the screaming of playing
children tells you that this is where you’re suppose to be. All lights are on
in the city, so you feel like you’re watching a light show, or you’re staring
at a large connect the dots board. Fireworks are shooting off into the dark sky, adding beautiful colors to it. The beautiful lights are booming loudly and
echoing through the night. I lie on the soft grass, and listen to the echoing
boom and stare in awe at the shining colors of the rainbow, exploding like an
over-excited baby bird that just learned how to fly. I wish I could fly, soar
with the birds, and be as brilliant as fireworks. I want to make a boom.