Flowers' Night Tears

Flowers' Night Tears

Were flowers afraid of that scary night,
As shadows danced in the fading light?
Or dreamt of nightmares as they slept so tight,
Of withered petals and fading might?

Why had their faces become so wet,
With teardrops soaked their silken faces?
Was it the rain, a chilling fret,
Or mourned they for lost summer graces?

Perhaps they cried for a brighter dawn,
When golden sunlight would chase the storm.
Their tears might bring new strength, reborn,
And petals glisten, renewed and warm.

Or did they weep for seasons past,
For warmth and beauty that could not last?
The night might bring a chilling blast,
A final frost, their spirit overcast.

Maybe the darkness held secrets untold,
Whispers of creatures, strange and old.
Their tears a sign of tales yet to unfold,
In the garden where mysteries take hold.