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The Chetta's Solace in the Garden
In a garden lush and green,
A chetta found a peaceful scene,
Where flowers bloomed and birds sang,
And nature's beauty forever rang.
The chetta was a creature small,
But had a heart that stood tall,
It loved to run and feel the breeze,
And be the fastest of all the bees.
But sometimes, the chetta felt alone,
In a world where speed was all known,
It longed for someone to understand,
Its passion for running, its heart's demand.
So it found solace in the garden fair,
Talking to flowers without a care,
Sharing stories of its running feats,
And dreaming of being the fastest in the streets.
The flowers listened with gentle grace,
As the chetta spoke with heartfelt pace,
And in their beauty and fragrant scent,
The chetta found the love and support it meant.
In the garden, the chetta found peace,
As it talked to the flowers with ease,
And though it may not be the fastest in the world,
It knew its dreams were precious, priceless, and uncurled.
For in the company of flowers, it found a place,
Where it could run and talk with grace,
And be the fastest of all its might,
In a world that shone with love and light.
© AlmaDada
A chetta found a peaceful scene,
Where flowers bloomed and birds sang,
And nature's beauty forever rang.
The chetta was a creature small,
But had a heart that stood tall,
It loved to run and feel the breeze,
And be the fastest of all the bees.
But sometimes, the chetta felt alone,
In a world where speed was all known,
It longed for someone to understand,
Its passion for running, its heart's demand.
So it found solace in the garden fair,
Talking to flowers without a care,
Sharing stories of its running feats,
And dreaming of being the fastest in the streets.
The flowers listened with gentle grace,
As the chetta spoke with heartfelt pace,
And in their beauty and fragrant scent,
The chetta found the love and support it meant.
In the garden, the chetta found peace,
As it talked to the flowers with ease,
And though it may not be the fastest in the world,
It knew its dreams were precious, priceless, and uncurled.
For in the company of flowers, it found a place,
Where it could run and talk with grace,
And be the fastest of all its might,
In a world that shone with love and light.
© AlmaDada
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