Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
The lone ent stared out at Laurelindórenan of old, the Valley of the Singing Gold. Lothlórien it had been for an Age of the World, the Golden Wood. Now the elves were gone, and the mellyrn were slowly fading. The power of the Elven-ring and the elfstone had been strong here, but their influence and the golden leaves had slowly faded after the Lady Galadriel had sailed across the Sea.
There had been no elves in Middle-earth for long years, and Fangorn felt the earth cry out for the light, merry feet of the Firstborn of Ilúvatar. He missed them too, and mourned their passing.
Treebeard, first and last of the ents, turned away to the herding of the trees. He remembered a song he had heard Legolas, the last elf he had spoken to, singing. For though he was saddened by the departure of the Eldalië, there was joy in that song, and joy in every Elf sailing to Valinor.
Disclaimer: "Nothing Gold Can Stay" is by Robert Frost; muchas gracias to my English teacher for reading that poem in class. I don't own Treebeard or Lothlórien or anything in this story. And thanks to Staggering Wood-Elf, whose Lórien of the Blossom inspired this, at least partially in the back of my mind.