In the gentle embrace of dawnâs first light,
A shepherd wanders through the rolling hills,
Each step a verse in natureâs endless song,
His heart in tune with the whispers of the earth.
The soft bleating of sheep a melody,
Harmonizing with the rustling leaves,
As the shepherdâs gaze meets the horizon,
Dreams of peace unfold beneath the sky.
Through fields of green and golden hues he roams,
Each blade of grass a testament to grace,
The quiet strength of solitude his guide,
In silence, he finds the voice of the divine.
As dusk descends, the world is bathed in gold,
A tapestry of stars begins to weave,
The shepherd rests beneath the ancient oaks,
Cradled by the gentle arms of night.