I Was A Shepherd Once
I Was A Shepherd Once
I woke up in a valley once,
I opened my eyes to the Earthly blues and greens.
I felt like a minnow once,
I was dwarfed by the tall coniferous trees.
My hair were dancing once,
Dancing to the tunes of the mellow breeze.
I was a shepherd once,
I sat in the grass relieved to see my sheep grazing the fields.
I wasn’t lonely once,
The solitude of the surroundings was treading along with me.
I knew no boundaries once,
I could go anywhere, anywhere my will and my steps would take me.
I had no mirror once,
I asked the ethereal, see-through mountain streams to give a lucid reflection of me.
I was carefree once,
I knew no time, I knew no date.
I was a King once,
King of a Hill that had no name.
I was happy then,
Happier than I had ever been, happy to be in that place.
I don’t remember what I was wearing then,
But I sure was wearing a smile on my face.