The Elven-Days of Sunshine

The days were happy, the sun was bright,

the moon was round and fair.

The children played, the women sang,

no devilry then were there.

Wherefore then is the sun still shining,

though no light kindles our heart ?

Why then is the moon still waning ?

Knowing of death from the start ?

The Day passes, colorless and dull,

a minute contains forever.

But what use is it to continue on,

what purpose shall we endeavor ?

The Songs I sang, the games I've played,

They are but shadows of living,

The rocks I skipped, the trees I've climbed,

What hope am I still believing ?

Summer into Autumn, Autumn then to Winter,

The sun sets again from the West.

But what, when this endless cycle is over ?

Tell me, what then is next ?