It is here upon the ground I lie,
staring up at the stars in the sky.
Thinking about the days of yore,
about creatures and things I've never seen before.
To set my eyes upon the first rising of the sun,
I ponder, what was there before life begun.
The elves were first here or so I'm told,
but then again that was in the days of old.
Does the earth have creatures that are not known,
that left not one trace behind not even a bone?
Do trees have voices, with sweet scented rue?
Do they walk around asking 'Who are you?'
Men the came from the east over the sea,
kingdoms of men the wished to be free.
Were there battles for land,
won by sword in the hand.
Where is this world and where did it go?
Did it go back from whence it came?
Were the gods in pity of man's of mans effort that was in vain?
Where is all the wonder?
Has it been driven deep under?
The elves, the dwarves, the talking trees, the men of yore.
Are they gone to be gazed upon never more?
Or was it a dream and nothing more, was to think of this folly?
Was it in a book, I do not know,
these princesses and princes and magical folk of long ago...

Jazzy