Oh, Mighty mother of three Sons.
Goddess of which can Stand Alone.
Gave Birth to Fire, Storm and Ice.
Wonder in Thrice.
All your sons are travelers and Wonders,
in there own way and time.
Come forth to me and bring the Ocean breeze,
to the chill of the Mountain Air.
Let me see your Willows Hair.
Through the fair.
As Pure and beauty can stand.
So are Thee.
As Mighty as Oak.
As Gentle as a Warm Summer Breeze.
Come to me and give me Hope.
Shine upon me with hope.
Tell me your stories of Hope.
tell me the stories of fear.
So maybe one day I may have the might.
To be there.
~This is a Poem I did of Laufey~