Wayodi

In a village where men avoided being nice,

Lived a lady named Wayodi, wise and wise.

With grace in her step and light in her eyes,

She spoke of contentment under starlit skies.

"It's a lucky man," she'd often declare,

"Who finds joy in his station, beyond compare.

For riches and fame may come and go,

But inner peace is a treasure to know."

With a gentle smile and a steadfast gaze,

She'd weave her words in a captivating maze.

"Embrace the simple, the mundane, the small,

For therein lies the greatest wealth of all."

In her humble abode, by the fireside glow,

She'd share tales of fulfillment, sweet and slow.

For Wayodi knew, in her heart of hearts,

That true happiness blooms where contentment starts.

So let us heed her wisdom, let us take heed,

And cherish each moment, in thought and deed.

For in the quiet corners of life's embrace,

Lies the fortune of joy, in every humble place.