Do not ask ...

The wax candle in my room…

It is the sign of the sense of my being.
The windows are opened to the night.
Fresh air…
The breath
of warm night…

Life is a tale with such a night.

I am alive.
I am here.

Who brought my soul
into earthly life?

Fresh air…
The breath of warm night…

I know
the sky is a friend of the night.
Please, give me answers.

The only message of the sky
is written on the leaves of trees
by drops of light rain,

“Do not ask...”

The words are dripping from trees.