The children are running around,
In a garden where love is found,
The rows of red roselle have grown,
Their rosy cheeks line up, enriching the tone.  

The children pick them one by one with joy,  
"For mama and papa, we
must handle them carefully," said the boy.  

They encourage each other,  
They are like sister and brother.
They share what they get,
That is what they have set.  

They are so adorable.
Holding hands and feeling comfortable.
Beautiful roselle brings them closer.
Walking side by side, they are friends, not lovers.