Goats The Luck
In the pastures where the tall grass sways,
My luck roams free beneath the sun's warm gaze,
With nimble feet and playful, bounding grace,
They jump and dance, their joys we can't erase,
Nature's charm unfolds in their carefree ways.
Their coats of white or brown, a patchwork dream,
Adventurous spirits by the babbling stream,
With curious eyes, they nibble, climb, and play,
Exploring every corner, come what may,
In this serene world, they reign supreme.
Grazing slowly, they savor the day's light,
With gentle bleats that echo through the night,
They climb the hills with strength, unyielding and bold,
Each heartwarming tale of their lives unfolds,
A testament to freedom, pure delight.
Through valleys lush, their hoof prints carve the land,
In herds, they gather, a close-knit, gentle band,
From rocky cliffs to shaded woods, they roam,
In every nook and cranny, they find home,
These joyful beings, nature's loyal brand.
So let us cherish these guardians of grace,
The luck who rules us to embrace our space,
With simple joys, they guide us to behold,
The beauty in our lives, both new and old,
For in their playful spirit, love we trace.
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