"Of course, it is likely enough, my friends," he said slowly, "likely enough that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents. But if we stayed at home and did nothing, doom would find us anyway sooner or later. That thought has been long in our hearts; and that is why we are marching now. It is not a hasty resolve. Now at least the last march of the Ents may be worth a song...
"My friends, songs like trees bear fruit only in their own times and their own way. And they sometimes are withered untimely."
J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord of the Rings