I heard the rustling of leaves and the gentle wind,
Soon felt the drops, reaching the shops.
There I saw a girl with a helping heart and a kind smile,
Whose happiness lay in the joy of her customers.
She was thankful for all that she had,
Finding joy in each moment, every little thought.
Her hands moved gently, arranging the wares;
Each had a story, each full of care.
With every greeting, she spread warmth and light,
Turning mundane exchanges into pure delight.
In the rhythm of life, with laughter and chatter,
She recognized the magic in what truly mattered.
A word of kindness, a shared cup of tea,
In these simple moments, she felt truly free.
Through storms and sunshine, her spirit remained,
Holding onto the hope for a better world.
For gratitude was a powerful thread,
Weaving connections that nourished the heart and fed.
So, with each rustle of leaves and the rain’s gentle song,
She danced through the day, knowing where she belonged.
In her humble shop, under skies vast and wide,
She cultivated happiness, with love as her guide.
I did not know her; I had never seen her before,
But to me, she was the most graceful girl,
With the prettiest soul ever known to man.
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