The Call of Yggdrasil

Roots entwined through realms unseen,

Branches touch where stars convene.

The song of Yggdrasil hums through the air,

A timeless melody, beyond compare.

Each leaf a story, each root a thread,

Binding the living, the past, the dead.

Hear the call of Yggdrasil, ancient and wise,

A bridge of worlds beneath endless skies.

Its whispers guide, its strength sustains,

Through life's tempest and death's remains.

Nine realms tremble beneath its shade,

Legends forged, their fates displayed.

Through Asgard's might and Midgard's plight,

Its branches hold the keys to light.

In its shade, the warriors stand,

Destiny woven by its hand.

And when the cosmos begins to still,

The song will echo through Yggdrasil.

Through storms eternal, the tree prevails,

Its roots hold fast as the universe ails.

A timeless sentinel, forever tall,

Guiding the weary who hear its call.