Honestly, this isn't really a story or something exciting to read. I'm just writing an idea of the flower and the moon.
The flower is dependent on the Sun, hiding at night and opens it's beauty throughout the day.
The moon is a shifting stone that comes at any given moment, day or night. it's presence is there when you least expect it, unless you track it with a calender.
The flower doesn't know about the Moon's orbit, nor does the moon know about the little flower growing in a field.
But the effects it has on each other, does exist.
Unbeknownst to both, they attract each other ever so slightly. The moon is proud of making waves, pulling masses of water with it across the earth. Bringing rain and floods to various landscapes and regions.
The flower, being powerless, enjoys and reaps the benefits of the rain, spreading it's offsprings in the rivers and winds.
If the flower knew about the Moon, would it praise it for the enormous effects it has on Earth?
Or would it continue to exploit its power?
