The White Tree

- On'ono Laivindur

An age ago the king strode passed
weary, possessed, and worn
failing to see Gondors end
witnessed arrogance and scorn
and with his passing so the tree
the promised blooms ignored
darkness swept o'er the land
peace broke by orcish hoards
a shift in the wind, a chill in the air,
life once ebbed arose
Arda was stirring beneath them
life returned in answer to death
a tender bud unseen, amidst a land that was bereft
the white tree felt the power return
the hope of what would be
in silent vow blossom bloomed
at the returning of the king