All the birds call thee blessed, They come with thee in flocks,
They come around thee chirping :
In truth there is not one like thee.
Ah! pretty, pretty, Ah! beautiful little partridge!
~from an Armenian folk song
Is this “The little partridge” that the “Pear Tree” left me?
Trees are sanctuaries.
Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.
They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.