As the wind unwinds the surface
The Savanna nods to The Shepherd gently
yet every steps he took left deeply-rooted footprints
He carelessly steps on her wildflowers,
and while he rest, he'd pluck some of hers
deep down he knows he's in dead end
The Savanna couldn't help her curiosity,
so she asked where is he heading off
and why he tossed his compass halfway to the ground
On the spur of a moment, The Shepherd fainted
his throat choked; like he wasn't allowed to say a word
little did The Savanna knows he was cursed
"I am no use of you," said The Shepherd.
"I am cursed to walk on my path with me alone;
I am cursed to left my soul in every steps I took
I am cursed to get lost in the midst of unknown!"
The Savanna embraces him tenderly
'tho every time he bawls out and enraged
for countless time she failed but she's persistent
"Let me take care of you," insists The Savanna
"Until your broken compass works again;
until you know where you are heading towards
—until then, let me help you."
And just like that,
The Shepherd found within her
his long-time quest; his very own oasis in the desert