The night view of my garden

What a strange formation you are!
You glow –
But not just that!
You change your colours as you please –
A warm rotation of pastel palette.

Then, it's your little siblings,
Watching me from their terracotta...
Observing.

And there’s your big brother
Bushy and wild,
Looking down on me.

And just as I lose my patience,
You spark up with thousand shards
And rain down on cumulus clouds
With their feathery patches hanging off them.

I hear the ambience – it’s music to me.
Every trickle is a distinctive sound.
Your darkness intrigues me
And your eyes –
They remind me of better things.