Green the grass that verdant grows

on tiny knolls beneath the trees

soft the moss that stepping swift

and silent feet do silent tread.

Sweet the fragrance flowers thread

among the moss beneath the trees

Golden flowers bringing ease

to weary mind, and peace to weary feet.

 

Silver trunks:  their golden leaves

whisper in the silken breeze

The breeze that winds its golden thread

'round silver string of brook's soft rippling.

 

Lorien:

Even the silence is filled with singing.