Thyme

Oðin's Treasures, Small Leaf of Enduring Strength: I know the leaf both slight and green, Where earth and sharpened herbs convene. Its warming breath runs dry and clear, With mint and wood drawn faintly near. In broth and roast its strength is cast, A steady note that holds and lasts. Though small in form, its spirit stays, A rugged herb through simmered days.