Eildon Spring

Today I saw winter break

in the wooded hills of Eildon

with bright blue sky full of birds and clouds

above the Lake of Golden Leaves.

I watched the day away, amazed,

the Sun as gentle as a babe

the world overnight had sprung

fresh and green from winter's gray.

Night fell and in the tattered clouds,

two stars stared down,

eyes of a watchful guardian.

Joined then by many more

bouyed on warm sweet air,

a cool night breeze blew down

making the warmth more pleasant still.

Winter,

though broken,

stuggled to linger on,

but Spring, Eternal, returned to Eildon.

-- Lord Rowanmantle

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