Of Mallos and Men

In the shady vales of Lebennin
A vast array of wonders
The grasses green
The land does gleam
And all dirt not plundered

They are golden white
With bell-shaped lines
The light is here
To shine and clear
The mallos for the times

They are the wild flower
For the tamed men
They are the golden power
From bud, leaf, to stem
- Namarie