I was watching a documentary about the tsunami in Japan with my mother, and I commented on the haunting sound of the tsunami - of the waves, of the crushing debris, of the moaning building foundations. That was when my mom said "It speaks of itself." She then corrected herself, as she'd meant to say something along the lines of "It sounds like it's speaking," but I thought her first statement was so beautiful and so poetic that I can't stop thinking about it. The tsunami speaks of itself.
I marvel at those accidental moments of poetry. I'm thankful for unexpected beauty.