Sim inspired by Elli from Norse myth
She walks where silent seasons sleep,
Where roots remember secrets deep.
The pine still sighs, the flowers bloom,
Yet age has marked the earth with gloom.
Her silver braids like rivers flow,
With winters only mountains know.
Ice-colored eyes have watched the years
Wash kingdoms clean through joy and tears.
An old staff worn by countless miles,
No pride, no wrath, no cruel smiles.
She needs no crown, no sharpened blade
For all are equal in her shade.
The mighty boast of endless breath,
Of conquering gods and cheating death.
Yet every hand that grasps for fame
Will one day loosen just the same.
Even Thor, whose thunder shook
The mountain's heart, the sea, the brook,
Could not withstand her patient claim,
Nor wrestle free from Time's own name.
For iron rusts and forests bend,
Bright stars are born, then meet their end.
The strongest knees will someday yield
To Elli's quiet, unseen field.
She neither hastens nor delays;
She simply walks through all our days.
Not cruel, nor kind, only true.
The oldest fate the world ever knew.