Roads Go Ever Ever On...

Ever since I first read this poem I have loved it, the image it painted, and the dreams it inspires. The far horizon line, never knowing what is next, it is questions like these that make life interesting...personally. I hope you, reader, enjoy it as I did.
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Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a journey new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Still 'round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

~J.R.R. Tolkien

Greetings!

Hello, greetings, salutations, hola, buenos dias, or [insert your greeting of choice here]:

I would like to explain, if I can, the name of my blog (what a way to start!) I truly believe in the power of change and the ability to adapt. Trees seem to be a good example. They change with the season, their leaves changing from little buds in the spring, to green in the summer, to many colors in the fall, then finally falling and decomposing in the winter, only to fuel next year's new leaves in the spring. So it cycles again. And again. Changing.

The only think that's constant is change.