Hidden

What unseen world lies hidden,
  beneath the snow,
    under the water.

Things we cannot come in contact
   with, tiny microscopic beings,
     things we only dream of.

It is a wonder how the world, how we
  are created, hidden in secret,
    growing, moving, shaping.

We try to see the mystery, maybe
  even explain it, but it is
    still wrapped up in covers.

A wonder to know in our hearts,
  if we want to glimpse,
    the joy of unknowing.