Tree

Yggdrasil is a home to hanging bones As trees to singing birds Yggdrasil Beneath its hallowed branches Thick wands of spring tree flesh Twirl into the finest corkscrews Suspended from the boughs, Us Delicate spear leaves Small and fine Grow full as finest crops Green brings life to eyes, that have not seen The gods congregate there Spin us round As they converse Cup in hand We need only speak Of a desire to Come down Put our feet upon ~The ground~ And wonder with the gods Where do the roots Drink forth from