Exhibit

Electric trees line the aves
The remaining leaves, the bravest of all
Sparkling away on the miles of glass wall
From a distance they sway
Against black stone backdrops
Bringing light to multiple mosquito eyed monoliths
The cars become mirrors that over-animate the block
Hiding the work of the subtle breeze

We are an exhibit
looked upon by the stars
Idol worship for galaxies in need
For we are but firecrackers in the span of time
Where the nebulas once blinked their black-holed eyes