Harp and Horn

By the clear ringing song of harp and horn

There you stand, celestial-born

And where I am a crownless king

You drift aloft on angels wings

You are the sun that shines so bright

You are the moon lighting up the night

In front of you the very stars bow

As you soar ever-higher among the clouds

Like an alpine lake on a hot day

You stand, the stillness in the fray

And where I am confined to doom

You put to shame the fragrant bloom

You are the mountain’s strength and height

You are the ocean’s depth and might

To you mother nature must bow

For you are greater than that of which she is proud

By the soft chilling song of a far away whale

You stand strong against life’s gale

And where I will sink and drown

Upon your head sits a coral crown

You are the life-giving, subsurface flow

You are the deep from which all life has grown

Before you Poseidon must kneel

For you are the start and end of life’s great wheel

By the heavenly song of silver Elven Strings

You stand more elegant than elvish kings

And where I will fall the depths of the mines

Your dwarven strength will stand the tests of time

You are the Mellorn’s gold-silver glow

You are the Anduins great roaring flow

Before you the kings of men must kneel

For you make the trees sing and stones feel