Where the Shepherds Sleep

In the dizzy fields,
Where the shepherds sleep,
The dandelions sway,
With the wind's caressing melody.

The sun shines,
Touchingly,
From a fresh sky,
And you cannot feel,
The world turn.

Pleasant peace is,
A simple sigh,
The soft snores are,
Barely audible,
As the shepherds' chests,
Regularly heave.

Up.

And down.

Up.

And down.

The day of rest,
Wears on,
In the dizzy fields,
Where shepherds sleep.

Where refreshing grass,
Fortunate shade,
Energizing air,
Make perfect company.

Shapely clouds,
Indifferently patch,
The world above,
Careless and lethargic,
Stoking sleep,
With their bashful bodies.

Flowing beards grow,
A little longer,
Unheeded, untrimmed,
As the scruffy sun begins,
Its epic descent,
To take rest,
In the earth's beckoning bowels.