My eyes rest softly on the outline of the rolling hills in our pastures.
A new home to me as these pastures invites me in.
Everything new but all so calm and true.
All pastures new to me and all have open arms.
My home on the tallest hill of the green fields.
The entire world seems to continue off of my fields.
All so mystic and unique.
All pastures new but special to me.
Each pasture in its own gated fence.
Yet each pasture welcomes me into their secrets.
All the new faces in each rolling hill.
All these pastures new and mysterious but inviting.
