Mysteries of Life
You never say a word to me
You pass me by and smile
Then you walk to the door ; to the wild .
Pray , won't you stop for just a while ?
At an unknown flower garden out there
Some butterflies flutter around in gaiety
Their wings colourful and pretty
Is this the way they greet the summer of their life ?
Some bees fly from flower to flower
Busy gathering nectar after a shower .
This they turn into honey ; none they spoil .
For whom do they labour and for whom do they toil ?
You see small children gay and happy .
Then they carry their school bags , so full and heavy .
Soon they fill the posts others vacant ; to toil .
They work on till they return to the soil .
By Agatha Lai