Ents are a tall, slow race of walking and talking trees who herd trees in the Fanghorn forest of Middle Earth. They are ancient beings who were first awoken by the elves in elder days. They live for thousands of years and feed only on their mysterious entish liquids. There have been no Ent-children or Entings for decades because the Entwives or woman-Ents have disapeared.
When spring unfolds the beachen leaf, and sap is in the bow,
when light is on the wild-wood streams, and wind is on the brow,
when stride is long and breath is deep, and keen the mountain air,
come back to me! come back to me! And say my land is fair!
When spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade,
when blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid,
when shower and sun upon the earth, and fragrance fill the air,
I'll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair!
When summer lies upon the world and in a noon of gold,
beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold,
when woodland halls are green and cool and wind is in the west,
Come back to me! Come back to me! And say my land is best!
When summer warms the hanging fruits and burns the berry brown,
when straw is gold and ear is white and harvest comes to town,
when honey spills and apple swells though wind be in the west,
I'll linger here, beneath the sun because my land is best!
When winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay,
when trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day,
when wind is in the deadly east, then in the bitter rain,
I'll look for thee, and call to thee, I'll come to thee again!
When winter comes, and singing ends, and darkness falls at last,
when broken is the barren bough and light and labour past,
I'll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again,
together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!
Together we will take the road that leads into the west,
and far away, will find a land, were both our hearts may rest!
Poem of searching for the Ent-wives.
