A POEM
AM A SHEEP
Am a sheep
hearing the the gentle whisper of my shepherd
in the stillness of the morning
where shadow are few I move in sync with master steady space
a rhythm beat observing his movement to discern
what will I do without my shepherd?will I wonder aimlessly,lost and alone.



Am a sheep
rejuvenated by the serenity of the green pastures
where wildflowers bloom in vibrant hues
with the scent of fresh grass fills the air
green...