Mulberry Grove

The green mulberry leaves stir in the breeze dappled shadows at the foot of the tree dance on the ground. Nightingales fly from one branch to another. The cocoons of future butterflies sleep among the leaves. The smell of damp earth rises the moisture after rain winds through the air: I gazed at your mulberry tree – at your mulberry grove: with its many, many green leaves, under the rainbow of the sky: in your window: my love...