The World Tree
In the realm where legends dwell, A tale of ancient majesty I shall tell. Of Yggdrasil, the great World Tree, Whose roots and branches span eternally.
Deep within the cosmic core, Yggdrasil stands, forevermore. Its roots, they delve in realms below, Where secrets of the underworld glow.
Beneath the weight of mortal woes, Yggdrasil's trunk, resilient it grows. Its bark adorned with ancient runes, Whispering tales of forgotten moons.
High above, where heavens reside, Its branches stretch both far and wide. The constellations find their home, Within its celestial dome.
Each leaf, a brushstroke in the sky, Painting tales of heroes passing by. The wind's gentle touch, a lullaby, As Yggdrasil's leaves sing to the night sky.
Through its branches, birds take flight, Guided by its wisdom and ancient light. They soar through realms of endless dreams, Where magic dances in glistening streams.
Oh, Yggdrasil, guardian of lore, Keeper of knowledge, forevermore. Your presence binds the worlds as one, A tapestry where all tales are spun.
In the shelter of your mighty boughs, Seekers of wisdom find their vows. Through cycles of life and death's embrace, Yggdrasil stands, a beacon of grace.
So let us raise our voices high, And honor Yggdrasil in the sky. For within its embrace, we find our way, In the realm where legends stay.
