Seasons (Treebeard's Song)
In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring.Ah! The sight and smell of the Spring in Nantasarion!And I said that was good.I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand.Ah! The light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir!And I thought that was best.To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn.Ah! The gold and red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor!It was more than my desire.To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in Winter.Ah! The wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thon!My voice went up and sang in the sky.And now all those lands lie under the wave,And I walk in Ambarona, in Tauremorna, in Aldalome,In my own land, in the country of Fangorn,Where the roots are long,And the years lie thicker than leavesIn Tauremornalome.