One sheep, for the early morning breeze.
Two sheep, for all the faces we won’t ever know.
Three sheep, for the conversations taking place in the street.
Four sheep, for the spirits dancing between the crowd.
Five sheep, for the things we achieve.
Six sheep, for the things we lose.
Seven sheep, for the family waiting for us at home.
Eight sheep, for the true friends holding our hands.
Nine sheep, for the first smile of a thundering heart in love.
And ten sheep.
Ten sheep for the musicians that make souls sing, for the writers that make hearts break and the avid dreamers who fall but know how to get up again.
And until I get to the last sheep I’ll know that the road hasn’t come to an end and that I’ll have the opportunity to start the count again.