Perhaps I do not have to go searching far for peace,
do the grain's wisps not whistle a tune to my liking?
Sagacity: jumping rocks who only gain good knowledge by journey
or maybe
the true green colour that dyes ground into a single juicy apple.
Silver wings shimmer from every somersaulting leaf,
sprinkling rain stars who sing canticles.
Cerin Amroth is where my blistered feet so joyfully rest in,
warmth loyally quenching my cold-blooded veins.
I run my hand down the breathing Golden Wood,
comforted in the boundary of my homeland.
I am Faravea Fawn, the voice of the wind's flow
that strikes the stream with babbling movement.
None can ever blemish this unmoved soil
for it's beauty is impossible to understand.
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Inspired by this picture: http://crying-shinigami.deviantart.com/art/Elven-Pond-120123646 and based on the land of Lothlorien in the book The Lord of the Rings.
