The Night Garden

I lay down in my garden where
The grass is cold and damp.
I look up at the sun setting as dusk begins.
The pale moon shines brightly, glistening like fireflies
While shooting stars speed through the nocturnal dark sky
forming unique constellations.
Meanwhile, cricket chirps fill the air, while birds nestle quietly.
Owls hoot and their beady eyes shimmer like fireworks.
The wind gently blows leaves hanging off branches
while others dance in the air spinning
around like graceful ballerinas.
The night garden is alive.