Rivendell Sunrise


Beams of sun slide down the mountains
Falling on the valley's side
Water runs from river to fountain
Peaceful has been personified

Foaming falls bubble softly
Leaves are scraping across the floors
Morning Glories' scents are wafting
Into houses that never need doors

Sunlight splashes, darkness leaving
Reflecting shine to far away
But appearances are oft deceiving
The Sindar know they cannot stay
- NoroLimAsfaloth