What are they, really?
Do they really have five points?
Are they just fire orbs in the heavens?
Suspended with no chains, no strings
Lighting up the sky and fashioning designs
According to the seasons
And the rest just thrown out like confetti
And some shoot across the sky and burn up
And some shine on for years and decades and centuries
And maybe into forever
What mystery lies in them
What history they could tell
But we may never know