Galadriel

Ode To The Earth
The limpid water of upland brooks is falling down from rocks into the lakes
And the look to the green valleys of virgin nature delights my spirit
Springy meadows are coloured by thousands of flowers and flying butterflies
I smell the flavoured air and the wind is dishevelling my hair
The lowlands and hilld, my rivers and brooks
That lok strokes me and makes my glad heart beat
The gallop of my horse take me over that grace
I'm dancing along among the ancient trees
The land is veiled by misty haze in cold mornings – morning of the fall
Only proud mountains mighty stands and watch that grace there down all around