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 the 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.

– J.R.R. Tolkien

I am a big fan of Master Tolkien, he is unquestionably’s genius! This is a short poem written in the Fellowship of The Rings, short but very deep in meaning.