Today is one of those days where you feel subdued and reflective. I was reading some poems from LOTR and this one stuck out at me. It’s about the sadness that comes with the passing of time and is one of my favorites.
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
— J. R. R. Tolkien