Here up the mountain peak
I see the valley spreads bellow
Alone, herding sheep amidst the wild
Thorny trees with juicy fruits prick
Honey is sweet, that of bees of the wild
Yes, I’ve become the captain of the wild
That I would guide sheep to pasture
That I would tame bees and the thorny trees,
And to enjoy the wild, it’s a power
I’ve got the power.
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Wow, I loved this poem! The valley below, herding sheep on a mountain top, it all sounds so beautiful. You have a wonderful way of expressing yourself!