When a heart is broken,
It is a quiet event;
And words get spoken
None can prevent.

Yet a heart is broken
So Nature reflects the pain:
Fell things are awoken,
Fire and fume, ice and rain.

Feelings are cyclones;
Tears are a flood;
Fears are the crones
That demand blood.

The very earth rumbles;
The skies are torn apart;
Every pulpit crumbles,
At the breaking of a heart.