Brooch "the whisper of the depths of the ocean"

Today I present to Your attention a brooch.
Despite the fact that the title does the word "depth", I see a little bit different: Dark night rocky shore. The rolling salt waves, not large and not as noisy, but persistent, into the rocks, eroding them, pick a day with small stones and shells. The wind brings from the far shore leaves and cruelly dumps them in the water. Annoying drops of rain they whisper something to the waves, as if trying to lull, not knowing what was all in vain and soon storm.