Amidst the hills where silence reigns,
A shepherd dwells with gentle grace,
In fields of green and golden rains,
His heart finds peace, a sacred place.

The stars above, a guiding light,
As shadows dance upon the lea,
In quietude, his soul takes flight,
Embracing nature’s melody.

With every dawn that paints the sky,
He tends his flock with tender care,
The whispering winds that softly sigh,
Are echoes of a timeless prayer.

In solitude, his spirit thrives,
A humble life, yet rich and deep,
Amongst the pastures, love survives,
In every watchful vigil, keep.