Sing me an elven song
A song of the sun, moon and stars
Shining every second
Every minute, every hour
Sing me an elven song
A song of the fields, valleys and hills
Rolling, green and lush
With Yggdrasil's branches rooting down each part.
Sing me an elven song
Of every bird's chorus
Every minim, every quaver
And every interval in between.
Sing me an elven song
Echoing in the mountains
Like your sweet voice
That I imagine every night.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Minds
PoetryA few short thoughts from the mind of an introvert. When your mind's loud, and your voice is quiet. Everything could be loud around you, but your mind is louder.
