Donar's Oak - Falkenbach

Branches as high as a vigilant eye could see

Magic runes, once scratched into this tree

An old man sat down at this mighty oak

Every morning, day by day

And he closed his eyes

While a gasp blew through its leaves

And he began to speak

Roots as deep as the very depths of heart

Source for those who know what s still to come

Man of wisdom and knowledge great

With hair as white as snow

The young amongst them in a circle sat

And listened to his voice

While he began to speak