BIRNA the bear song WARDRUNA

It comes, transport in moments brief
the snores conveyed as growls
for I am bear and not sheep
and strengh and courage howl

Each must mate and bare a cub
the dinisty prolonged
that search is hard. through the rub
till the ice and rain have gone

Submit to none and bare my teeth
defend my riteous land
cast out uncertanties, so weak
for mine is to command

Comb the frosen land afar, away
my quest a kinghtly tale
 as a lore, the last Hooray
the last male left I dare not fail!

A females scent upon the wind
 in the forest stillness seeps
the dream of future kith and kin
( now my child has gone to sleep)

In the dense forests, bears roam curiously,
their heavy paws tread softly.
Ancient survival rituals.
Marked trees, scratched bark, sustenance.
 
They move with grace despite their size.
Instincts honed over millennia.
Mothers protecting their young, teaching them to fish,
climbing, seeking shelter.
 
But the world is changing,
the forests are becoming thinner,
the ice is melting,
the seasons are changing,
their habitats are shrinking,
food sources are dwindling,
invisible borders are approaching,
an invisible danger.
 
A future is approaching where the presence
of the bears may disappear.
Silent forests, empty rivers, a deep loss,
while echoes of the past remain.
In the heart of nature a space left empty.
 
In the realm of Asgard, where the gods reign,
wisdom watches the world below,
bears, sacred symbols of power.
Berserkers channeling their fierce spirit into battle.
 
The thunderous hammer bows to his strength.
Yet even the gods watch helplessly
while the balance of nature wavers.
Whispers of Ragnarok grow louder.
Bears, once honored, face the twilight of their era.
 
As the world of men devours that of the gods,
the fate of bears reflects the changing tides.
An echo of Yggdrasil's branches, withering in the cold,
A cosmic reminder of what we can lose.