The Song of Middle Earth - A poem


Traveling through Middle Earth.
Can you hear it?
The song of the past,
Whispering on the wind
living in the forests
flowing in the tides
echoing through the mountains
rushing down the rivers,
It's the song of the past
The past of Middle Earth

The elves have all gone
taking ships across the sea
everyone has gone and left
behind memories and stories
of a land that once was,
The evil that once lurked here
has faded and been forgotten
Only now there are stories
of adventures,
told by the few that know them
but great stories they are
of the kings of old,
the sparkling city of Gondor,
and the rolling emerald hills of the Shire,
with the happy halflings,
and the tall but graceful elves,
of the shadowy and mysterious Mirkwood,
and the forbidding yet beautiful Lothlorien,
but let us not forget Rivendell,
a beauty within its own,

There are stories of the Dwarves,
great miners they were,
unlocking the great secrets,
buried deep within the hearts of mountains,
We mustn't forget men,
a race of courage,
with their great kings and kingdoms
these may be nothing more than stories
but stories live long
and can never be forgotten

A great memory lives on,
whispering on the wind
living in the forests
flowing in the tides
echoing through the mountains
rushing down the rivers
Can you hear it?

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