Tireless


Were I ever to tire of the Earth
More joy would I find in the forest
Recall the passing years, raised in tiers
Limbs locked, leaves unnumbered
Patient souls dream without sleep
Sweet sap dripping like tears into the water

Were I ever to tire of the forest
More joy would I find in the river
A living thing, ever moving and changing
Bountiful and cruel
Life and Death dealing
Bring me to the Sea

Were I ever to tire of the river
More joy would I find in the Sea
Showing me my depths, my changing moods
Sharing with me its fruits
Drown my grief
Your stars fall not

Were I ever to tire of the Sea
More joy would I find in the sky
Unchanging, unreachable landscapes
Where my heart soars and my eyes strain
Even if I could fly...
I could never tire of the Earth.

- Lothithil