Canavans Disease

|Coming soon! Until then, read some poetry! By J.R.R. Tolkien

|ENT: |When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough; |When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow; |When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air, |Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair! | |ENTWIFE: |When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade; |When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid; |When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air, |I'll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.