The Flower Not Taken

The sun glimmered above the grass.

The wavy, green sea showing signs of life. 

Butterflies skimming the small horizon, bees buzzing along in lines. 

Fearless flowers sprouting against the will of the sun. 

Tall Tulips, Laughing Lilies, Radiant Roses, and so much more. 

The flowers danced and danced in the sun,

the light slowly dying as the end came near. 

Everything slowed, the flowers drooping into the comfort of sleep. 

The moon shimmered slightly, lighting up the silver beings of the night. 

The queen of them all rose above, gazing down upon her small children of the night. 

The Jazzy Jasmines, Daring Daturas, Talkative Tuberoses, 

and more that owned the night. 

The Queen shimmered against the moon, 

Her white petals twinkling like stars in the sky. 

She swayed with the wind, her leaves flying in the air. 

Her petals changed, moving from white to silver to gold. 

The flowers watched in awe as their Queen danced like none other before 

Tender twirls, dapper dives, and more. 

The moon watched with joy, moving her light in sunc with her. 

The flowers cheered as their Queen bowed towards them. 

The moon smiled and continued her decent, 

closing her eyes and yawning as the sun started to appear again. 

The flwoers of the night drooped in dismay, 

begging to watch their queen perform again. 

She smiled at her children, using her petals to close their small eyes. 

"Sleep now and wait." She said, closing her eyes and starting to doze. 

"For we will wake again and dance like none before."

"No one will know, we are the flowers not taken after all."