This is something I recently saw (and loved) while reading The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. I have decided, after reading it, that it shall be the poem of this year that shall judge what happens throughout this year and shall be a vision of what is yet to come. All that stuff aside though, this is cool stuff (in my opinion). Here it is:
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.
That is from the first of J.R.R. Tolkien’s fine trilogy (well, it was six books if you’re being technical). May the year ahead be grand, and may it bring good fortune to those who deserve it.
Dylan Alexander 
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