I play in the garden,
The garden where flowers are pleasures,
Thorns are sorrows,
Butterflies are friends,
Ladybirds are my fellows,
The biting ants, the stinging wasps my foes,
But they are the part and parcel,
Of the society I live in,
We may face together,
Happiness and sorrows,
Friends and foes,
Bothering none, if we are one,
During the strife, in the garden of life
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