Blue sheep move on mountains tall,
so tall in heights galore.
As you look and celebrate
You’ll dance at grassy shore.

If you follow path you’ll find,
some purple sheep as well.
I believe they are a gift.
I think they are so swell.

If you never saw blue sheep,
now take my advice.
As you move inside your heart,
you won’t have to look twice.

For they will start inside your dreams,
quickly they will appear.
Sharing laughter as they aid,
so you move without care.

And if you see purple ones,
make a wish so fine.
It will come to you with grace.
You are a sacred rhyme.

StarBG © 2017