The Final Chapter of the Great Elves

The flowers are blooming; the birds sing their name The harp’s notes are captured, its harmony tamed Flickers of light are seen through the trees Colors float freely entwined in the breeze The mountains soar high to boast their great deed Swift streams down below still pay them no heed Grasses bend gently to give freely themselves And leave a slight softness beneath the Great Elves Deep in their eyes they still harbor their fears A vision of sadness, the trail of tears So long have they journeyed, so far have they come To let endless love become so undone As a world goes awry, they pursue their last quest Lest the Great Elves of old shall eternally rest