In fields where silence weaves its gentle thread,
A shepherd wanders, thoughts in quiet chase.
Beneath the sky where fleeting clouds are spread,
He finds his solace in this tranquil space.

The murmurs of the stream, a lullaby,
Sing softly to the sheep that roam so free.
While sunlit meadows stretch beneath the sky,
He dreams of worlds beyond what eyes can see.

His heart, a vessel for the whispered breeze,
Carries the tales of nature’s gentle song.
Here in the stillness, time begins to freeze,
And every moment feels both short and long.

In solitude, the shepherd finds his peace,
Among the hills where quiet reigns supreme.
His bond with earth, a love that will not cease,
A pastoral life, the keeper of his dreams.