Comets

From the sky I drop like two flies Whirring, swirling in the air so high Blazing like crystals I come in fire Rolling like thunder, bolting so dire From the top you see me fall Dwindling over you like wishing spirals on hold Exploding before your eyes, blasting like winter snow Feeding, fading in diminishing colors Down the ground I stick and dry Above your feet, I smell and sit like candlestick