The Small and Secret Things by Lferion

The Small and Secret Things

Oh there is life in leaves that fall,
In frost-rimed feathers, frozen stones,
In time-burnt buds and trampled turves
In motes minute and passing strange —

Some at home in Ulmo’s realm,
Others deep in Aulë’s earth,
And high in Manwë’s moving air:
Iron snails and tardigrades,
Oomycetes and rotifers and mites

And O their Lady loves them, large and small
In solitaire and aggregate, rooted, restless, drifting free
All her Working, heart and hand, shaped to multiply
And make no barren place but gardens fair and wild
Be they ice or fire, drowned or drouth, dark or ever-bright
Born in the circles of the world: Olvar, kelvar, of Eá.