Yggdrasil Fallen

Washed by pre-primeval rain
Before the works of man begin
Yggdrasil of olden fame
Shaking its crown in the crystal wind
Its roots the source of the ancient spring

Stately pillar - verdant crown
Silence blankets the glade
Yggdrasil of old renown
Whose soothing dappled shade
Through fluttering leaves is laid

Men abode within the shade
But found not tranquility
Where great Yggdrasil was made
Lacking the ability
To live long in harmony

Then fell the leaves of Yggdrasil
Yggdrasil of old renown
Men bent the earth to their will
Then, stripping off the leafy crown
They cut the ancient down

Yggdrasil is gone and done
No more shall come the soothing rain
Now beats down a cruel sun
For relief of ancient pain
And for grace we ask in vain