Gil-glad other known as Gilgy
Son of Fingon
Son of Fingolfin
Son of Finwe
Hamster darling
Who’s never done

Eyes that twinkle
Fur that shines
Who lives in a dingle
In a house of wood

Paws of white
Fur of brown
A nose rosy pink
With whiskers long

Fast runner
Cuddly sleeper
Sweet baby
That I love

Glittering stars
On a black sea
Unmoving waves
High above earth

Silver moon
Beaming with brightness
On a dark land
Hushed in the night

Soft wind blows by
The ever standing trees
Quietness comes forth
And covers all

Veil of blackness
Light shines through
Glow of softness
Upon resting fields

I hear everything from the big city to the rural country
I smell fresh and polluted air
I see military men and women saluting me
I taste the sweet aroma of the country I am here for
I feel loyalty, as well as hatred
I watch ball games and races
I cry for those I cover in coffins
I say ‘never give up’ that’s why you have me
I make people cry when they think of what I stand for
I hope my pledge doesn’t change
I give love to those who will return it
I wave for God and my country

Frost covers the earth,
Gilding the world in a coat of silver.
A cool wind whistles through the air,
Bringing with it the crip air of fall.

The playground stands empty
And deserted...forgotten.
The swings creak and sigh in
The gentle wind, a lonely sound.

For a moment, I can see children
playing there, running up and down
the Slide, flying off the swings.
I can see life and laughter

It has been eleven years since Melodious, Dobbin and Hedera's parents death, how Melodious dealt with her parents death was

Chapter the Eighteenth

Ficum trudged up the riverbank to the Water Fairy’s house, his young face glowing with health and exercise. He was returning from his long hike in the woods, and his eyes sparkled with excitement and happiness. When he was halfway up the bank, he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to have cleaned his bedroom, and that his mother would probably have discovered the mess by now. Stooping down, he hastily picked some violets with which the grass was thick. He decided to offer them to his mother as a “peace offering”. Perhaps then she won’t be so angry with me, he thought.

Jesus in the sun that rises
bright and glorious, pink horizons
Jesus in the birds that fly
soaring, floating, passing by
Jesus in the crashing waves
white and foaming, ocean spray
Jesus in the open fields
touching heaven, green and real
Jesus in the summer night
cool and damp in pale moonlight
Jesus in the trees that blow
whispering softly all they know
Jesus in the great blue sky
passing clouds, and wondering why
Jesus in the mother's sorrow
waiting, hoping for tomorrow

Raw energy,
of an awesome kind,
Pervades the air,
and tickles your mind.

Dancing over the sky,
are greenish hues,
Except for tonight,
It should be blue.

A flicker of lighting,
on the edge of the horizon.
The thick air stirs,
Clouds cover the sun.

A hot breeze,
flows from the west;
A grumble, a thunder,
beginning unrest.

Animals squeal,
and together they huddle.
A storm they sense,
they know there’ll be trouble.