

I suspect this lamp post never asked to be involved in the drama between those trees. Or some nights I imagine him a humble thing, unaware of his own influence and who never expected to be so wrapped in love and beauty. Whether he is content, miserable, or oblivious, I am glad he lives by my house entangled in those particularly graceful and lively branches.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From ashes the fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken;
The crownless again shall be king."
-- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Not all who wander are found, either.
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