I SIT BY THE FIRE...

“I sit beside the fire and think 
Of all that I have seen 
Of meadow flowers and butterflies 
In summers that have been 
Of yellow leaves and gossamer 
In autumns that there were 
With morning mist 
and silver sun 
And wind upon my hair I 
sit beside the fire and think 
Of how the world will be 
When winter comes 
without a spring 
That I shall ever see 
 For still there are so many things 
That I have never seen 
In every wood in every spring 
There is a different green 
I sit beside the fire and think 
Of people long ago 
And people that will see a world 
That I shall never know 
But all the while I sit and think 
Of times there were before 
I listen for returning feet 
And voices at the door” 
~
J.R.R. Tolkien