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 ashes a fire shall be woven
Light from a shadow shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king.
I wish I could have captured a less grainy picture, but it was through a thick cylindrical glass tank. Oh well, just looking at them makes me want 2 pieces of bread and some peanut butter.