LEAD ME HOME
She felt the wind touching her hair. The beautiful sounds of the birds, filled her heart with tenderness. The smell of the flowers made her dizzy of joy .... and sadness.
Lonely and puzzled she stood surrounded by the beauty of the forest.
She glanced at the small stream. She loved the sound of water. Her eyes searched against the paths that crossed each other. She knew which path that led back home. A safe path to take. She fell into deep thoughts. She let her eyes rest on an almost overgrown path while she talked to mother Arda itself.
"How do I know which path is the right one to take? What if the safe path is the wrong, and the overgrown the right one.. And what if I had chosen the overgrown path? Would it have been safe and led me back home ?. I wish you could give me the answer mother Arda. What is right and what is wrong ? "
She swallowed and tried in vain to hold back the tears. Something was very wrong.
In desperation she broke into tears and let herself fall down to the ground.
Gasping from crying she curled up like a ball. Until the sleep released her from the pain
A linn' o laiss, o laiss dhennin,
pen-gwanod carallaiss caedar.
A ceno yrn, i velegyrn
gelin: peleth a gurth dîn lint.
Bronatha cuil, egor fern pân
- ú-belin peded han,
I galad io, i naur si gwann,
aur vîn en-umarth pant.
A matho hûl, i cheleg-hûl,
sui aew thiar i nennin laiss!
Mar loss telitha, loss buig ring,
of Forod, dannatha of fain?
No tebitha carallassath,
no díhenol e-gaun vîn meth.
