A Broken Beautiful.

Deep, deep is the cry of the ocean
when rain stirs its waters and wind rallies terror
Deep is the wail of the keeper of waves
Falling, falling are the droplets of rain
onto leaves and through cowwebs on a soft autumn's day
breaking on the back of a ladybug into beads
Courageous, courageous is the journey of a tear
crossing a universe with the weight of ten thousand pains
clashing silently with the world

Water, always moving hearing nothing never stopping
Water, why are you always so sad?
A faint pitter patter on my window.
Shh,

There is beauty in the broken.