Trees, Wood, Carbon and Bugs

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. Continue reading Trees, Wood, Carbon and Bugs