far far away from these lands i perceive
there is a beautiful glade
drips of sunshine streaming through
the tree tops onto the grass
where fire flies flutter upon
the crown of the trees

there near an age-long tree
a small door i can see
a door which i open
petete that it is

i lay my head on my hands
and see right through the tree
it is a magical tree

i see elf feet
she stoops down cocking her head
at entrace of the other side of the tree
and bekons me

‘come to middle-earth, come’
middle-earth i repeat
she offers me her hand
i take her hand
‘come mortal’