Beneath the starlit canopy, the shepherd roams,
His flock in tow, their bells a gentle chime,
He whispers to the night his heart’s sweet tomes,
Each word a hymn, each breath a timeless rhyme.

The moonlight bathes the hills in silver hue,
As shadows dance upon the dewy grass,
He sings of love, of dreams both old and new,
And memories that through the ages pass.

In solitude, he finds a sacred peace,
The silence speaks in tones both soft and pure,
His soul entwined with nature’s sweet release,
A bond unbroken, steadfast and secure.

And as the dawn approaches, skies anew,
The shepherd greets the day with heart so light,
With flocks to tend and dreams to once pursue,
He walks the path until the fall of night.