The Hidden Secret Poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya

The tree stands still.
It moves its hands in a strange greeting,
as the sunrays warmly kiss both my cheeks.
All spirits of Mother Earth are listening for my depart.
For then, they come alive again.

The little crow,
unwavering in curiosity,
meanders for a morsel of food.
Frightened, he ducks behind the grass.

The wind,
an old friend,
approaches me joyfully,
as it caresses my hair.

A sweet aroma permeates the air;
Brother Winter prepares for Sister Spring.
Each flower bud opens,
peekng at the sun,
and yawning when darkness is glazed over the sky.

Is it possible to fathom,
that beauty also comes from the simple things in life?
A question is left unanswered,
a secret is still safe,
and all of Nature breathes a sigh of relief.