Tales of Yggdrasil: Peace, Order, and the Rise of Humanity

Líf and Lífþrasir, in earth’s embrace,
Bring forth new life, a thriving race.
Humans and gods, in unity,
Shape a world of prosperity.

Líf and Lífþrasir’s lineage grows,
In harmony, their village shows.
With nature's gifts and gods' decree,
They build a world both wild and free.

The new world thrives, with balance true,
Old wounds healed, the future new.
Humans and gods, in kinship bound,
On sacred ground, their peace is found.

From Valhalla’s gates, the fallen gaze,
Guardians now, of peaceful days.
Odin and Thor, with watchful eyes,
Guardians now of earth and skies.

They guide the new world on its way,
With unseen hands, both night and day.
Their spirits whisper through the trees,
In the rustling leaves and gentle breeze.

Legends of old, in hearts remain,
A bridge of tales, through joy and pain.
The heroes' deeds, the battles fought,
In every soul, their courage wrought.

New generations learn and grow,
In fertile lands where rivers flow.
The past informs, the future leads,
A tapestry of ancient deeds.

Yet in the mists of time ahead,
New tales will rise, as old ones tread.
For in the heart of Yggdrasil,
The cycle turns, and legends fill.

The world of men and gods aligned,
In peace and love, their fates entwined.
From Valhalla’s gates, the fallen see,
The dawn of time, eternity.