One of it's sources was a great limbed poplar tree that I could see even lying in my bed. It was suddenly lopped and mutilated by it's owner, I do not know why. It is cut down now, a less barbarous punishment for any crimes it may have been accused of, such as being large and being alive. I do not think it had any friends, or any mourners, except myself and a pair of owls.
-J.R.R. Tolkien
