Where raindrops crash so quietly
Speaking soft with subtle sounds aloud
And in a language to be seen around
Like moving hands their white ripples fade
Out into conversations crowned with mist
The kind of sweeping breath alive
Which breaths itself out atop the waters edge
Just as words once hung on the morning dew
Now they wake with joy and are gone the next
As a calming way on this crustless wave
The waters return beneath and rest

Don't let the fear of failure
stop you from failing
Because each failed attempt
is a step towards success
Painful experiences sometimes
lead us to beautiful discoveries
If you think trying and failing is bad
I tell you, failing to try is worse.