The sonnet portrays a small lamb standing on a hill at dusk, its fleece glowing as it looks to its shepherd for direction. With trusting eyes, the lamb seeks guidance through the vast, shadowy fields ahead, relying on the shepherd’s staff to lead it to safety or peace. Unfazed by potential dangers or uncertainties, the lamb follows faithfully, its gentle bleats asking what lies next, content to go wherever the shepherd directs.

A little lamb stands soft upon the hill,
Its fleece aglow beneath the fading day,
With tender eyes it seeks the shepherd’s will,
To know the path through dusk’s uncertain play.
The fields stretch wide, a sea of green and gold,
Yet shadows creep where hidden streams may run,
The lamb, so small, in trust both meek and bold,
Looks up to him who guards ‘gainst setting sun.
The staff he holds, a beacon calm and sure,
Points forth where grazing peace or shelter waits,
Through storm or stillness, danger or allure,
The lamb steps on, content with shepherd’s gates.
In every bleat, a question softly sings,
“What’s next, my guide?”—and follows where he brings.