In a village small, both quaint and neat,
A little girl, about five, with tiny feet,
Discovers strangers, do they come to stay?
She peeks around corners, in her own gentle way.
Shy but happy, she observes from afar,
Those foreign guests beneath the evening star,
Around the corners of houses, she'd sneak,
A cautious observer, curious and meek.
With wide-eyed wonder and an innocent grace,
She watches the newcomers in that quiet place,
They smile and wave, so kind and bright,
A memory etched in her heart, pure and light.
A little girl, in her village so small,
Curious about the world beyond the wall,
Innocence and curiosity in her gaze,
As she observes from afar, in those quiet days.
written by Tatjana