Beneath the moonâs soft, silver light,
The shepherd guards his flock by night,
In fields where shadows gently fall,
He finds his peace, his all in all.
The stars above in silent gaze,
Reflect the shepherdâs quiet ways,
With every breath, the world seems still,
The night is deep, the air is chill.
His thoughts drift far to distant lands,
Where dreams are held in gentle hands,
Yet here he stays, with steadfast heart,
From his dear flock, he wonât depart.
Through endless nights and fleeting days,
The shepherd walks in humble praise,
For in the simple life heâs led,
The path of love and light is spread.