I really gave up on the tea theme LOL

 Flowers that only bloom at night are barely flowers. Through the golden hours of the sunrise and past the cerulean of midday, the photons are soaked into the leaves, powering the flower’s survival. They're alive. When they’re old enough, mature enough to handle themselves, they finish the equation, and the lonely leaves reroute and form a bud. The stem works in tandem to the winding roots, who’s reaching through the depths of the earth to ensure their genus survives.

The bud is ready, with all the right conditions, to carry on the legacy. Armed with the pollen, the fruits of labor produced by the roots and leaves, the flora is ready to present.

The flora is nightshade.

Nightshade, that is highly toxic. Nightshade, who provides cover during the sun’s sleep and born of photons they’ll never see. Nightshade, that only looms at night. Nightshade, that worked so hard to bloom, only for no one to ever see them. Nightshade, the lonely bloom that stands alone, for anyone who gets too close wishes they hadn't. Nightshade, abused for their poison, grown for their poison, observed for their death-giving quality. Nightshade, that stays sentinel through the night and finds their sleep during the day, only to be hunted.

You don’t see nightshade during the night anymore. Nightshade worked so hard, but senselessly, for they were farmed before they could spread their seeds.

 They can't do what every other flower does and bloom for the world to treasure them. They didn’t survive long enough.They're never seeing the former-half of their name again; their prison is now glass and test-tubes and hydroponics.

Nightshade isn't the night, and can't provide shade.

Nightshade is gone.