Memory: 1. Uprooted Flower, Cannot Be Replanted

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1. Uprooted Flower, Cannot Be Replanted

The children play, running about in the fields
The sun beats down, with a smile on His face
The rain comes pleasantly, and is warmly accepted
Flowers blow in the breeze.

The birds are singing in the treetops so high
The buds of the flowers open their eyes
To see the beauty of this autumn day.
They do not have to worry about anything
For the flowers have no troubles.
At least, they did not.

The flowers were loved and cared for by all
They were the pride of every Hobbit lad and lass
‘Twas a thing of beauty to wake up each morning to see
The dew on the delicate petals of the roses in the garden.
Ah, how I long for those days!

The flowers were not happy to be trampled on
‘Twas quite a change from the care they used to have.
The flowers did not want to be dug out of their soil
They were happy there. And all the other flowers
And all the Hobbit lads and lasses
Were happy too.
But you can not control what happens to flowers:
Some think they can, but they can’t.
It is all in the hands of the sun and the rain and the soil and the seed.
And if the seed does not like the soil in which it has landed
There is no way it will grow.

I miss the days, when, long ago
Children played in the grass and slipped in the dew.
I miss the days before all the flowers were uprooted and trampled on
Before they were forced to live in a world where they wanted to die.

I miss the days where live was a thing I wanted to live.
When I hadn’t a care in the world
And not a scar to disprove that.
Ah, how things have changed now!

I remember the days before the flowers were uprooted
Before the clouds came that carried a rainstorm that no flower wanted to withstand.
It was sunny then.
The flowers grew, and the flowers prospered.

I wish I could live in my memories.
I wish I could live with the flowers who were so happy
Who can once again be happy
I wish I could stay
But I cannot live in memories.
It is time for this flower to find new soil.
And in time, its petals to shed, and bid them farewell as they drop towards the ground.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Nienna

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Post-Ring War

Genre: Poetry

Rating: General

Last Updated: 04/22/03

Original Post: 04/22/03

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