The night sky, silent, pitch black; 
Soon followed by the sounds of crackling and popping like a fire, 
Then, you look up to see, colors glimmering in splashes in the sky, 
Fireworks, like rainbows in the night sky.
Colors fill the sky; 
The smell of smoke drifts around, 
Sometimes, they're even formed into pictures, 
Fireworks, colors fill the sky.
Lights for the night, 
Sounds for the silence, 
Colors for the darkness, 
Fireworks, a thing of beauty.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
now i know how to look at fireworks when i see them again. great poem. :)