Yavanna Kementari:
Hail friend. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] * bows *
Your words remind me of a poem I once heard recited by a Hobbit on one of my trips through the Shire:
Yet even Arien rides alone,
Anar’s course steadily keeping,
gazing on a frozen pond
to thaw and heal the weeping.
Each fiery tear she gently takes
as dew gathered into a vial.
The heat she smoothes with caring song
into a soft gold smile.
The wind can frighten with its change.
The sun above endures.
Draw strength now from the dawn’s new light
As it comes to reassure.
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