The Shepherd of the Land

Beneath the banner of the nation’s pride,
A leader stands, both strong and wide-eyed.
Not one of tyranny, nor fleeting fame,
But a steward of hope, a trusted name.

With wisdom deep as the ancient sea,
They guide the people to harmony.
Each voice they hear, from grand to small,
For in their heart, there's room for all.

Their vision clear, yet rooted in care,
They dream of futures just and fair.
Fields of plenty and skies of peace,
Where every struggle finds release.

A leader true knows power’s weight,
The lives it shapes, the hearts it breaks.
They wield it not for self or gain,
But to ease their people’s pain.

In moments dark, when storms arise,
They stand steadfast beneath the skies.
A pillar firm, a beacon’s light,
A guardian through the longest night.

They plant the seeds of unity,
Nurturing roots of community.
Each hand extended, each bridge rebuilt,
Each burden shared, each dream fulfilled.

Not one to bask in the glory’s glow,
Their joy is seeing progress grow.
A humble soul, they understand,
True power lies in serving the land.

Oh, leader just, with heart sincere,
You banish doubt, you quell our fear.
In your guidance, we see the way,
Toward brighter dawns and kinder days.

And though the crown may weigh your brow,
You wear it with grace, as you do now.
A shepherd of dreams, both bold and wise,
A true leader lifts a nation’s skies.