Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael  

The story of the Silmarils (...continuation)

Peace commenced; in silent comfort,
the Valar introduced the order dreamt;
Yavanna sow the seeds in the Earth,
the ancient fires were already spent.

Living beings need the light,
nutrition from a solar essence,
so Aulë created two lamps bright,
over the vast Sea in omnipresence.

Plants, mosses, grasses and ferns
sprouted and vivified the Lands,
photosynthesis in cyclic terms,
and trees, the ecosystem's lungs.

Beasts inhabited the riversides,
the grassy steppes and lakes,
birds were yet to sing in the skies,
sleeping in Yavanna, not awake.

For her beautiful abundant song
was yet to enfold in duest time,
rushing the moment is wrong,
so evolution is a matter of design.

In the dawn of time, the Valar lived
in the centre of the Great Lake,
in Almaren they dreamt and advised,
and they would rarely take a break.

The Seventh day is time for rest.
They observed their plan unfold,
and all would turn for Eru's best,
magical beauty for eyes to behold.

The light holders, merry and hopeful,
infusing unconditional love in all,
into every living creature, lawful,
thrilled for the future: in awe!

Illuminate, dear newborn sources,
while you are still naive and young.
For there are some evil forces...
that plot... and what they plot is wrong.