A poem about Lothlorien, and the reluctance to let it go.

For the Love of Lothórien

In the wind I hear the whispers
In the trees I see rebirth
In the water I see the springtime
When all was born unto the earth

But with the rain I taste a sadness.
With the sun I see no flame.
In the East there is a darkness.
There's a shadow there to blame.

Yet, I still walk among the gardens.
I stand long in forgotten glades.
I look over all around me.
I look over who remain.

And here I'll be until the end time.
I'll be here til all is lost,
and I'll never long for Westward.
No matter what the cost.