With fleece like moonlit clouds, eyes like pools of stars,
Lamball wanders softly, healing hidden scars.
No playful grazer, nor creature of the sun,
But gentle shepherd, where starlight guides as one.
Through fields of wildflowers, it drifts on silent feet,
Leaving trails of comfort, where solace whispers sweet.
Its voice, a lullaby, on starlight currents rings,
Guiding weary travelers, on hope’s celestial wings.
But beneath the kindness, a power vast and old,
Holds the essence of healing, stories yet untold.
For Lamball remembers, the dawn of starlight’s grace,
To mend the broken world, with a comforting embrace.
So approach with reverence, and step with gentle stride,
Respect the stillness, where starlight dreams reside.
Offer not demands, but a heart that seeks to mend,
And Lamball’s light will softly descend.
With whispers carried on the moonbeam’s gentle glow,
It tests your spirit, to let go of what you know.
For the shepherd’s touch, soothes beyond compare,
Healing hidden burdens, with a love beyond compare.
Then, in the dance of moonlight and silvered dew,
The guardian unravels, secrets whispered true.
It shares the magic, of starlight’s healing might,
Where hope rekindles, bathed in gentle, starry light.
And as the dawn breaks, painting skies with gold,
Lamball returns to starlight, a story yet untold.
But in your heart, its warmth will remain,
A whisper of comfort, whispered through the rain.
So close your eyes, beneath the starlit dome,
Let Lamball’s spirit, guide you back to your own home.
For in the depths of wonder, where dreams and starlight gleam,
The gentle shepherd’s spirit, forever watches your dream.