Shepherd’s Tale

Sweet are memories of the fields-
Valley greens and blue clouds,
The frolicsome rabbits and slow worms,
All shades of flowers and singing birds
Replay on the shepherd’s mind

In the morning, was a light shower
The path wet with dew- Heaven’s water
But the sheep went happy, through the misty path
When evening came, the sun’s heat became softer
As the shepherd boy called his flock to gather

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