Fofurree Central

I hear songs in the wind,
As if all of the forest was reaching out
To talk to me.
Pausing, I stop awhile and listen.
The song is good.

Beneath my feet soft pine needles,
I paw the ground for more
So sweet the smell.
This, is where I sing.
And the song is good.

Lie back now on soft earth,
Listen with eyes closed to the land
Seeping into me.
Sound, smell and touch.
This is the song within me.

Bilbo

Spring comes again,
And all the promise that renewal brings
Lies before me.
But I have seen so many seasons,
And I am old.

I have no regret,
I have known the love that friendship brings
And I am thankful.
But the years have had their toll,
And I am old.

If summer warms me,
And I can drink some fine wine once more
I am content.
And if you hold me tight, tonight,
I may not feel so old.

Bilbo