Fountain

At times they looked like sequins, haphazardly sewn on so they fell off the moment the whole world gave a little jump at the sun's debut ray peeking shyly into the park.
At times they were kamikaze soldiers plummeting to their deaths as if they believed what they were doing actually carried a little weight in the world.
At times they are emotions, riding up and down a rainbow-kaleidoscope, hoping to dazzle when really, they had no audience.