Yggdrasill
Yggdrasill is the world tree.
In the shadow of its boughs,
All that is,
Protected.
Asgard, drapes the Highest Branches,
A golden shadow
In a cloud of light.
Midgard,
Middle Earth,
Where the tribes of man dwell,
Surrounded by dewy boughs.
Mighty is the Mead-Tree.
That sinuous serpent of Midgard
Is smaller than the smallest twig
On the star-barked
Ash-tree of Life.
Three roots twist the troll-roads
That touch the moon and the stars.
They alone drink from the sisters of all waters,
Urd the youthful,
Mimir the wise,
and
Hvergelmir the strong.
Niflheim and Valhalla
Are joined by root and bough.
Bifrost, time's prism of days, hangs
Between Asgard's gates
And Midgard's mountain tips.
Who can say where
Leaf and needle
Will take them
On the Destiny-Tree ?
