It is as such with all seeds, as currency to a letter,
if one or a million they came from the same root
but as they withered did the log become hollow,
and the wind swept through it and rain fell as tears
to fill it, as a pond became inside - after lightning
had struck the blackened leaves off the dying tree.
into ashes turned, scattered throughout the world
as specles into ears, eyes, nostrils, mouth flew
But as seeds became - in humans started to grow
a spirit and a soul from the dying, dying tree,
in waters below was remnant roots dissolved,
as they drank from it - lightning in eyes lit.
And in a nearby river a fish jumped into the tree,
as waves became on the surface as the storms
raged it was quiet - it noticed not but to nip, nip
of the wrinkled insides of the dying, dying tree,
until it had made a hole - and water levels sank
and the continents below the ocean appeared.
Ye, this is a song of Yggdrasil, this was woven
knotted, knitted, carved, struck, scratched
that humans may live - from the dying tree,
was space and consciousness made be ;
as a fish which nipped, glared out the hole
as a flood it became to shift the planes.
The treelog cracked, fell into the river nearby
as weights scales and measures changed,
on the riverbanks it ended, the fish inside
into the streams it belongs returned ;
The dying tree laid bare - until it was found
by Heirs - into a throne wilt to make.
And into it was the breath of renewal blown
and from the barch it sprouted anew,
as it grew, they grew with it - Heavens made,
a rod and a scepter from its branches
a crown from its flowers was set upon Sheirs
as names were given - language made.
Into the tree regrown a bird settled nest
learned to sing and wind carried
its voice to humans and into them blew
chants and sounds from ages hence
that they may always carry in them too
the dying, the dying of the trees.
This story is at an end - but know there
is so much more of it inside you
than I could ever tell - only remind thee,
as the wyrds into words writs,
to only have a glance of past as future
all that is dead may also regrow.
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