The Smith Made Wonders, Works Of Great Beauty.
He Was Of The Highest Esteem In The Elves.
However, He Always Wanted To Make More Beautiful Things.
This Desire Motivated Him, Drove Him.
He Worked And Worked Metal. Each Work Was Better Than The Last.
But He Was Never Satisfied.
As Summer Turned To Fall, He Watched The Others From His Forge.
He Saw Adults Talking, Kids Playing, And Animals Running About.
As He Watched, He Realized Something.
Life Was Not About His Skill Or Works.
He Was Working On The Wrong Thing.
He Could Have Been Reading, Starting A Family, Making Friends.
Instead He Shut Himself Away. And For What?
To Form Silver And Gold?
What Value Was That?
Silver Corrodes And Gold Is Lost.
But Your Impact On The World Is Not Of Metal.
It Is Of Much Greater Value.
He Went Back Into His Forge, Hung Up His Tools For The Last Time.
He Then Left His Home And Set Of On A New Adventure.

You can be lost in your own dwelling...