I Sit and Think (Tolkien Revised)

I sit out in the cold and think

Of all the winters I have seen

Of snowflakes and mountains

In years that have been

Of crunching ice beneath my feet

On pathways in the woods

The cold wind and grey sun

And regal firs that stood

I sit out in the cold and think

Of warmer days that I have felt

Of salty seas and soft white sand

And sun so hot I nearly melt

For on the days my feet go numb

And my lips turn nearly blue

I yearn for yellow sun in the sky

And green grass with drops of dew

I sit out in the cold and think

Of times I used to know

Of people that have yet to live

And of those from long ago

Yet all that time I sit and think

And wish for times before

I listen for returning friends

Whose presence makes me soar