The Grand Sun

Shambho

On the way to lightening up
Even the dry sparkler takes a while
Eventually it catches fire
Colours and sparkles all over
Dimly lightens up the dark night
Celebrates in it's dance of sparkles

A firework on New Year's Eve
Shoots up in excitement of the fire
Spreads like a beauty in that dark night
In style lightens up the land below
Celebrates in it's colourful spread

A cannon, a different sort
Blasts out and blasts away
Lightens up the other side
What a dance it dances
Mother Earth claims back lives
Celebrates in a gore of screams and pain

But this one is built different 
Doesn't stop at a sparkler,
or a firework, or a cannon
Even when starting wet
It grows and grows and grows
Dries up with longing and tears
Burns like the fire of all fires
Like the fire of the great fireball

The Grand Sun!