All day I hear the noise of waters
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
He hears the winds cry to the water's
The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.
My favorite short poem. I could type out hundreds of sentences trying to explain why, and never even come close to succeeding, at least in part because I'm not sure why myself.