Amidst the tranquil meadows green and wide,
A shepherd roams, his thoughts a gentle tide.
His flock grazes, unaware of dreams so deep,
As twilight whispers lull them into sleep.

Beneath the canopy of twilight’s grace,
He ponders life, its swift and silent pace.
The stars above, like gentle guides they gleam,
Reflecting hopes and fragments of his dream.

The moonlight casts a silver path so bright,
He walks alone, embraced by night’s soft light.
Each step he takes, a dance with shadows near,
In solitude, his heart finds solace here.

Oh, gentle shepherd of the meadows fair,
Your dreams and whispers drift upon the air.
In nature’s arms, your soul finds sweet release,
With every dawn, you greet the world in peace.