To the stories told
Of how the world got started
In the days of old.
Before there ever was
Any worldly thing,
There was Muspelheim, Ginnungagap,
And Niflheim from frozen spring.
In Muspelheim lived Surt
The oldest being of all,
Whose flaming sword waving
Set Niflheim to thaw.
From the melting Niflheim
An Ice giant appeared.
Father of the Jotun,
Whose name was Ymir.
While he slept he had three children
The giants we know now,
And he and the children were all fed
By the milk of a cow.
This very first cow
Who was big and round,
While Ymir drank her milk,
She licked at the ground.
As she licked the brimstone
She found a tuft of hair.
After a few more days of doing this,
She found another person there.
This man’s name was Buri,
And he had children too.
And his children also had children
Who lead to me and you.
He had a grandson named Odin
Who called his brothers near.
And together these three young gods
Went out and killed Ymir.
Then the body of Ymir
Into Ginnungagap was hurled.
And with the pieces of his body,
The three gods made the world.
His blood became the ocean.
The rocks came from teeth and bone.
His hair became the forest and trees.
Every part of him made our home.
Then Odin and his brothers
Went walking by the waters.
When suddenly they found two trees and thought,
“Let’s make human sons and daughters”
So they carved the trees into people,
A woman and a man.
Carving every little detail,
To the fingerprints in their hands.
Then Odin breathed into them
So they could breathe now too.
Then one brother gave them life’s blood,
And the other made them move.
So those two trees they carved,
Became the first couple, husband and wife.
And that is how Ymir’s death,
Gave the rest of this world life.
So when you walk in nature,
Be careful what you do,
Because you are part of that nature,
And it is part of you.