There is a garden of flowers at my next door house
Butterflies, chirping birds and buzzing bees
I would sit by the the window enjoying the melody, loving the scene
And sometimes long to take a petal and smell the scent
But there is a mean old woman there
Oh my she hates me even staring at them
But i never mind her, just give her wave and smile
Sit still and continue to enjoy the beauty
Butterflies, chirping birds and buzzing bees
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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