"My Land"

blooming land gleaming with gold and green
where trees whisper ancient tales of rebirth
fields wave in eternal journey of the seasons

I lay on the grass, which murmurs silent song

dreams filled with rustling leaves
cozy room adorned with herbs and peace
a place to always come back to

no matter where wind carries me

nights as sparkly as the brightest star
sky bejeweled with well-known lights
I feel my home reaches with green roots into my veins

where sun has different taste
where beads of rain glisten like forgotten jewels

my Shire,
my land,
my Hobbiton