As you wish

the swaying arms of the tree, leaves agitated in storm,

a curtain parted by wind,

or beams of sunlight, a shower of crystals falling in line,

a bath in honey, strands of saffron crushed in the palms,

the heady perfume has stunned the wind. It is standing still.

From what abysmal depth has love found its spring.

Love comes unannounced and flows and come wafted on a scented breeze,

Choose as you wish.