INDIA MILLER

A coat of ivory, thick and deep,
A quiet life for the humble sheep.
Through morning mist and clover green,
The softest soul that can be seen.
With gentle eyes and velvet nose,
Where the sweetest summer wildflower grows,
They drift like clouds across the hill,
While the rest of the world is hushed and still.

I want people to read this book it will make me very happy