In the hush of night, flowers whisper dreams,
Petals soft as silk, in the moonlight’s gleam.
Colors blend in shadows, painting silent streams,
A garden’s secret, where magic teems.

Roses red, with stories untold,
Violets’ hues, in shades of bold.
Orchids dance in a graceful mold,
Each bloom a tale, in nature’s fold.

Lilies sway with the evening breeze,
Fragrance sweet, a gentle tease.
Tulips stand in rows of ease,
Whispering songs to the silent trees.

In the dawn, the whispers fade,
Flowers rest in the morning shade.
Yet their tales in dreams are laid,
A timeless bond that will never degrade.