She lives as if in a cocoon
Weaving her tales at every nook and corner,
Humbly taking pride in all that she does.
Smilingly, unassumingly working her way,
Seeking no prize nor fame.
Without her the place, doubtless, would seem
No less than an abandoned garden,
Where flowers have ceased to grow.
It's her world where she reigns;
An uncrowned queen.
And to her belongs all that's in it.
