Lorien

Gold are the trees of Lorien,
Far from the dark of Sauron’s den.
A light there shines against the dark,
The wind in the trees, the cry of a lark.

Elves there gather round their queen,
And tell the tales of things they’ve seen.
The elves they sing,
Of silver birds taking wing,

Of shining ships upon the sea,
And water clear in ocean lea.
Of gulls dancing in sun rays,
And of the beauty of long ago days.

Of a silver tree,
They would never see.
Ever close to their heart,
As the song of the lark.

Of a golden tree,
All did see,
In long ago days,
Through time’s misty haze.