Yesterday's sunset, seen through the tulip tree, made me remember this poem:
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not whither;
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
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