Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.

There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven Tears.
O Lorien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.

O Lorien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing,what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

J R R Tolkien

"Fantasy art gives us a glimpse of infinity. Neither forms
nor colours are subject to the kind of reality that surrounds
us: everything is possible, and everything is true."