The Flowers Have Eyes

This poem was written at my own leisure. 100% free style, any rhetorical devices found are entirely coincidental. Photo by Recep Gulec at photo.com. :)

THE FLOWERS HAVE EYES
My oh my . . .
The flowers have eyes,
A garden flourished with them.
Long thick lashes are their petals,
Light enters through their pupils,
They cry when it rains.
Yet they are silent--
For they have no lips to hint us.
A field of them gaze at our eyes.
Curiously wondering who we are.
Their stems are long optic nerves
Mother Nature is observing us,
In my paradigm of flowers with eyes . . .