Warm clockwork suddenly starts, liquid world in suspension,
rising in the secuency of march, horses gallop under the arch on damp earth.
Out you go babe, be thrown out, it´s only a short drought far out in the cold til you die old.
Fresh playful sun light in the eye, clockwork quickly jumping nearby
Stopping abruptly like young puppy in front of that guy with the tie
to learn to die in silent cry.
Evergreen Ash tree united and free. That´s what would be great to see.
( While writing this poem, I listened to the music of Wardruna with the title “Yggdrasil”. Just found out what Yggdrasil means before having written the last two sentences of the poem :