There is a forest wherein a flock lies in captive.
A shepherd finds himself on a morning stroll.
Sunlight bring solace to a flame yet still active.
Robes sewn of ivory and dreams sewn in gold.
Scent of the earth, to the mind, quite attractive.
Frolic the heart, for the meadows patrolled.
Grace to the heavens for the real and abstractive.
Grace to the heavens for the promise foretold.