The Charge of Yavanna


The Lady awakens.

In the valley, in the forest, dale and mountain,
But also in the smallest growth in desert places,
Greening in the Whitelands.
Appears wherever She is looked for.
And unlooked for.
The Lady awakens.

The Lady calls.

In the mews wailing beside sundering seas,
Breeze in the golden leaves,
And beasts' lowing,
In the fall of beech-leaves on a carpet lawn.

In the silence of the snow-deep wastes,
The wolf-wail on the steppes,
The wilderness waiting.
The Lady calls.

May life thrive in the Lady's garden!