In the garden of life, we're but flowers in bloom,
Each petal a story, each fragrance a tune.
We sway with the breeze, under the sun's gentle gaze,
In this dance of existence, through the maze.
In the depths of the earth, our roots intertwine,
Drawing strength from the soil, divine.
Though storms may rage, and winds may blow,
Together we stand, in the ebb and the flow.
In the garden of life, we're but flowers in bloom,
Each petal a story, each fragrance a tune.
We sway with the breeze, under the sun's gentle gaze,
In this dance of existence, through the maze.
In the garden of life, we're but flowers in bloom,
Each petal a story, each fragrance a tune.
We sway with the breeze, under the sun's gentle gaze.