Lost in Middle Earth

A poem loosely based on Tolkien's Elves and their love of the sea:



The Voice of the Sea

As I walk under trees of green,
I realize what my fate is to be.
No longer will I hear the trees sing,
For I am to fall for the love of the sea.

The voice of the sea is calling me;
Calling me to lands unknown,
Calling me to shores that are free,
Calling me to lands renown.

Lands that are free from hurt and pain,
Lands that nothing will ever maim,
Lands past the sea that is my bane.

The cries of the gulls along the shore—
The voice of the sea is calling me.
The whistling foam that all adore—
I am called by the voice of the sea.

The voice of the sea is calling me,
Out to the wilds of the deep.
In little time I shall see
Where storms arise and strange things sleep.

Never again shall I love the trees.
Love how softly they sway in the breeze—
For I am called for the love of the seas.

Someday across the sea I will flee,
And there I will find that I am free.
For the voice of the sea calls to me.