The seed of knowledge,
Without the foliage,
Tiny, unseen, awaits for courage,
To face the world, big and vast,
Needs little help and fast.
Time stands not, it will rush,
You can avoid it not, you will crush,
Escape we can achieve not,
We are the tiny time knot,
Immovable one dot.
The sapling grew,
Its leaves in view,
Long stand your little crew,
O’ Branches, O’ your Roots,
We shall hear your wise words!
The seed was sapling in one week,
With help of knowing sky and earth,
The mighty wind has freed from fear,
The mountains great have shown their peaks,
The world has helped it break the creeks!
The great tree has stood in might,
We have achieved it without fright,
Its branches like crown on head of knight,
Yggdrasil will see the moon tonight!
Its shadow sparkling on the grass of fields,
Its roots bigger than the pass of creeks,
She has once betrayal tasted,
Bitter-sweet and crushing fated,
She has lived since then well hidden,
In search for lands for seed of envy.
Her scales are gift to be refused,
Her eyes are one fiend to avoid,
Her tail is barrier to go across,
Her sweet voice is one to be unheard,
Her fangs are rats for cureless plague,
Her venom – disease, illness, killer envy.
Many names she has acquired –
Betrayal, Envy, One great evil,
Friend of greedy scorpion,
One strong cureless poison.