Under the silver glow of night, they bloom,
Whispering secrets to the gentle breeze.
Petals of passion, colors in full plume,
Dancing softly among the ancient trees.

Each flower tells a tale of timeless grace,
A story wrapped in hues so bright and pure.
In gardens vast, they find their sacred space,
Eternal beauty that will long endure.

Their fragrance lingers in the air so sweet,
A symphony that plays a tender tune.
With every bloom, the earth and sky meet,
A silent promise under the full moon.

O flowers, guardians of love and light,
Your gentle presence fills our hearts with peace.
In your embrace, the world feels just right,
And all our worries find a sweet release.