I like it I think :)

In a garden where shadows dance,
Black and white flowers take their stance.

Each petal a story, each leaf a tale,
A monochrome beauty that will never pale.

The black blooms, mysterious and bold,
Their dark allure, a sight to behold.

They whisper secrets in the night,
Under the watchful gaze of the moon's light.

The white flowers, pure and serene,
Like a blank canvas, untouched and clean.