A Walk through a Pasture

A mind in his meadow,
A sheep in his pasture,
Just two in their comforts,
One minor, one major.

The sky is blue,
And light wind blows,
The air is cool,
And tall grass grows.

I walk along
All through the plain.
I walk along
Each step, more gain.

The pasture’s vast,
Open and wide.
I take a pause
And think aside.

I’m just a sheep,
In my pasture,
Behind the herd
I come after.

A mind in his meadow,
A sheep in his pasture,
Just two in their comforts,
One minor, one major.

A Walk through a Meadow

A mind in his meadow,
A sheep in his pasture,
Just two in their comforts,
One minor, one major.

The sky is vibrant,
And wind is crisp,
The grass is green,
And air is brisk.

I wander along
All through the haze.
I amble among
The beauty I gaze.

The meadow stretches
Goes on so long.
I follow suit
And carry on.

I am a thinker,
A wanderer, ambler.
Here in my meadow,
I am my own leader.

A mind in his meadow,
A sheep in his pasture,
Just two in their comforts,
One minor, one major.