I found myself in a golden wood
on an autumnal afternoon.
The sun was hidden behind a cloud
wrapping the trees in a misty gloom.
Still the color could not be veiled
and the leaves shone like doubloons.
As I walked among the silent trees,
I sang a song of an Elvan Queen
"Awake, Awake Oh Lady of White
slumber not in middle earth dream."
The answer came on a gentle breeze
That stirred the leaves with a sound like rain.
The center of the copse was suffused with light
As a bird trilled a single note in echo of her name.
