The old ones once found a notable key:
you can look at the whole world as a tree
No doubt, we are all one, top-down
one root, one stern and only one crown
On his branches I am a small leaf
In his altitude a god and a chief
In his depths a well with clear cold water
At his feet a few deer and a wise augur
A snake at his roots, a rot in his bark
A bird in his crown, a thief in the dark
In his time much less than an hour
But a little spark of his incredible power
The old myth of Yggdrasil in the Icelandic 'Edda' transmits us the vision of the world as a tree. All beings live there on various levels and they all depend on the welfare of this tree, which the Norns water every day. Propably they imagined an ash.
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Todos los derechos pertenecen a su autor. Ha sido publicado en e-Stories.org a solicitud de Jürgen Wagner. Publicado en e-Stories.org el 01.07.2016.