.         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