A Hasty Poem

The forest at night is sleeping
But where I stand the morning calls
Snow lies below where I am standing
White and bright there where the light falls

Grey skies but not yet a hint of smoke
But something is coming ever near
From the other side, the other mountains
To fight for what we hold dear

I forget the grey sky and the white slopes
I'm absorbed by that moving sea of green
Marching, humming, going stead'ly forth
A sight that was never seen

The last march of the Ents commences
They make me smile, and I feel proud
I want to join these gnarled companions
And help them to dissolve that dirty cloud!

- Eowyn of Ithilien