In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring. <br />Ah! The sight and smell of the Spring in Nantasarion! <br />And I said that was good. <br />I wandered in Summer in the elm-woods of Ossiriand. <br />Ah! The light and the music in the Summer by the Seven Rivers of Ossir! <br />And I thought that was best. <br />To the beeches of Neldoreth I came in the Autumn. <br />Ah! The gold and red and the sighing of leaves in the Autumn in Taur-na-neldor! <br />It was more than my desire. <br />To the pine-trees upon the highland of Dorthonion I climbed in Winter. <br />Ah! The wind and the whiteness and the black branches of Winter upon Orod-na-Thon! <br />My voice went up and sang in the sky. <br />And now all those lands lie under the wave, <br />And I walk in Ambarona, in Tauremorna, in Aldalome, <br />In my own land, in the country of Fangorn, <br />Where the roots are long, <br />And the years lie thicker than leaves <br />In Tauremornalome.<br /><br />John Ronald Reuel Tolkien<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seasons/
