Black Berry

Under a big tree in a bush
Sparkling black fruit, one of the berry families
Embraced by hills and trees
Cherished by neighborhood flowers
Already ripe, ready to eat
Whenever I am alone, I enjoy visiting you
I take my time looking at you
Protect yourself from the flying birds over you
Some berries are rubbed and packed
And ready for the market
You left as a wild plant in the bush
Yes, this is a rule of nature
One goes on an unpaved, narrow road
The other takes the Milky Way to a galaxy
Oh, you black berries in the hills of Mill Valley
Still passionate for earth?

Yeshi Gemaneh