Mellow Candle
Sheep Season
Winding up a hillside where the shepherds roamCounting their flocks in the gloamingShining the sea, winking its light to the frothand the foamChilling the air with his shady treadOn came the wolf with surpriseFilling his eyes with soft silent creatures soon tobe deadHurry the shepherd man wizened his oldenGo and wave your staff at himHe has come to bury you for claiming his foldStillness came into the misty meadowsDown from the banks to the woodlandClouds gather in skies, giving their rains intomountains to flow
From Letras Mania