I was in a garden
looking for rose,
some like red
and fragrance of prose.
I thought for a while
the purpose to pluck,
while gazing towards pond
watching a duck.
I saw few children
giggling at park,
lost among the flowers
without concerning the mark.
What is that make them
play between those flowers,
or are they enjoying like the grass
with dew that showers.
How beautiful it is to
see these little grow,
looking at these roses
I came to know