I follow myself to the pond of sweetness
To harness some in my pocket
To give away when I have to
Also when I Don't want to
I see sweetness in colors
The colors that define which one I give away.
I let one have a cheap one
Or the purest to say.

There are others at the pond too
With a bucket or two
And that shall affirm that I shall have a bite from it too.
A purest or the cheap
But there is sweetness everywhere
In kindness and in evil.