Limericks for Lorien

I hear the trees calling to me
Their soft voices like a plea
To come run and play
In a merry way
And let my heart be free!

From the light of the Trees Feanor made
jewels of beauty whose light cannot fade.
Then try, Morgoth did
to have the jewels hid...
Now Earendil's star shines on the glade.

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