I live upon the branches
Of the great tree, Yggdrasil
And to survive, if not to thrive
From it, I eat my fill
And as I chomp, the essence falls
From my horns, rebirth
And pouring down, it soon becomes
The waters of the Earth
I am storm and I am rain
The beginning and the end
All unknowing, as I eat
Of the new life I send
For Yggdrasil, the tree of life
Holds all within itself
So I must be, though never free
So it may share the wealth.