Forlorn in Fangorn

The foliage is overwhelming
The canopy above pressing down
Until the thick moss seems to rise
High above my head
I am shrunken with doubt in this dark place
Timid and tired, my feelings are as
Tangled as the many branches, interwoven,
Dancing together in a knotted balley
To the music of a sorrowful ballad;
The sighing of ancient trees, lost,

- Knocking Thrush