In the moonlit garden where secrets lie,
Petals whisper softly as the night goes by.
Gentle breezes carry their fragrant tale,
Of dreams and wishes that never fail.

Amidst the shadows, colors unfold,
A tapestry woven in hues bold.
Each flower a story, a song to sing,
In the silent night, their voices ring.

The stars above watch with gentle gaze,
As blossoms dance in a delicate haze.
A symphony of nature’s tender art,
In every bloom, beats a hopeful heart.

As dawn approaches with a golden gleam,
The flowers rest in a peaceful dream.
Yet in their slumber, they softly say,
“We’ll rise again with the break of day.”