Nature Fram'd

What trees I have left they will uproot, and take away for lumber. They will take the stones the mountains gave to me like jewels. And in recompense? They will entrust to me their fallen, both foul and fair.

They will rebuild, and though wounded and scarred I must but look to time for healing.

But I will receive their rotting corpses, their machines, and their ashes and make of them good soil. They have not unearthed all my seeds, so many have I hidden deep.

From their dead I will bring forth life, 'til the Pelennor be green again.