The Shepard

In the frames of greenery,
A Shepard grazes his sheep,
Unaware of the world,
Full of mysteries
and powerful entities.
Leaving his recklessly wandering sheep
He forgets,his identity
and miseries.
A commoner,
watching every gait of gentle weather.
He releases his inner child,
Long suppressed by the responsibility.
Cool breeze dances
through the leaves,
Creating melody, sweet to his ears.
He throws his arms wide,
Meeting the rain gently,
As it kisses his face.
Closing his eyes,
his lips form a smile.
As the Sky watches,
Offers him another reason,
To elate.
He's been fighting societal demons and
Yet for him, the nature waits
to embrace him in it's arms.
But he hesitates,
— looks around and regrets.
His dream scatters and
his reverie sweeps
Only to find that he has
lost his sheep.