Tit for tat

A garden bloomed with colors bright, Where Rose and Lily shared the light. Rose grew proud and tossed her head, "I am the queen," she grandly said. She crowded Lily from the sun, And thought her selfish game had won. But soon the gardener came to see, And trimmed the Rose quite heavily. The Lily found a space to grow, In every spot the Rose let go. When Rose cried out in cold and shade, The Lily offered quiet aid. The lesson learned was sharp and clear, What you give out is always near. For kindness earns a gentle hand, But pride will fall upon the sand. - Monirul Islam Mondal