The Perfect World

Along the spiral path of the tree each leaf – in keeping with the definition of evolution – greener than the year before grows; each green equal to every green, together in the abundance of open air in the abundance of sunlight in the abundance of good water good soil; and all the leaves whispering dancing throughout the day throughout the night: perfect perfect the perfect world everywhere on the map wherever the walnut tree grows; like the mulberry like the fig – slowly, slowly in keeping with the law of evolution – like us when slowly, slowly we cross the border between water and soil; and then unveiled into the heart of each other's caresses we come forward floating in love nowhere on the map only in each other's arms; ah! the perfect world...