My terrace garden

Sitting in my garden
Looking at the moon
Waiting to take over
As the night owls croon..

 I look at my companions
In yellow blue and green
Swaying to the gentle breeze
Reciprocating the joy I feel

Gently the hues go hazy
Under the silvery sheath
The air is still
Gently giving way to the night
Making me step up from my seat

I smell the last whiff
And take in the last hint of colors
As a parting gift from my favorite friends

It's time to run down the stairs
That lead from my terrace garden
To my room's cozy chairs
For it would be a few hours
Before I again get to see the colors
Next day my terrace garden for me it prepares