Little hands, so small and strong,
Guide the sheep, all day long.
A child shepherd, with heart so bright,
Watches over them, through morning light.
With every step, a sense of pride,
A young soul, with a gentle stride.
The flock follows, with trusting eyes,
As the child leads, with a gentle surprise.
The wind whispers secrets, in their ear,
Of a world so vast, and yet so clear.
The child listens, with a curious heart,
And the sheep gather, a loving start.
In this scene, so peaceful and serene,
A young shepherd, with a dream unseen.
