In fields of green where shadows play,
A shepherd’s heart begins to sway,
Beneath the sky so vast and wide,
His soul in nature does confide.

Amidst the flock, his thoughts do roam,
To places far beyond his home,
The gentle breeze, the rustling leaves,
Whisper tales of ancient eves.

The sun descends, the twilight near,
The shepherd’s song, so soft and clear,
Echoes through the tranquil vale,
As night enfolds the peaceful dale.

With stars above, his dreams take flight,
In the embrace of silent night,
A world of wonder, pure and deep,
Where shepherds’ souls in beauty sleep.