Creation (A Short Story)

Inspired by Nada Adel's "Sparks of Life"

They fly in the air; colorful flares of fireworks. They then collide with earth, in the speed of a blink. They die as fast as they gain life. Their lifespan lies between two gestures, a curve up and another down. They reach the sky then hit the ground. They pay devotion to the mighty power holding up these clouds from colliding with the circular shape underneath it then they swear allegiance to the earth that gives life to the dead.  They glare then fade; dissolving in the land that brought them to life in the first place. They are not fireworks; they are the inhabitants of the soft, muddy coat of the core of fire. They are cold fire; they are passionate people.