Dancing by the Mulberry Trees by Brian Z., 805

Listen, dear child

but do not speak

For your very cries

Sadden the mulberry trees

Quiet now, my dear

Do you not hear the wind whistler

and his lovely, silent songs?

Have no fear

upon venturing so magical a world as this

Love him, and he shall be your friend

Be wise, my child

The Devil shall want you in his lap

But God will carry you atop His very shoulders

Nature is beautiful

You are beautiful

And so is the wind whistler

Dancing by the Mulberry Trees