Once, in a little village lived a little woman
In a little hut surrounded by little trees.
A little rivulet meandered amidst little wild flowers
And little bushes that sang songs sweet.
She smiled unabashedly and her little face
Glowed with delight while the little candles flickered
On the little table spreading light in the little kitchen.
Hers was a ‘back to basic’ kind of a little life
Where needs were little and desires as well little.
She made her own little loaves of bread
That she ate with a little cheese and salad.
She ate the little that she produced
In her little garden with little beds.
Calm and relaxed, she had compassion for the little creatures
Of God, like the birds, insects, bees and butterflies.
The little bees gave her honey, the insects pollinated her little fruit blossoms
And the birds and the butterflies added joys to her little heart.
Deep inside her, she knew that she would rock a little baby
In a little cradle and give satisfaction
To her maternal instinct with little tinges of pride.
Dauntless, the little woman pursued her dreams
In her little world evolving with love and peace.