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Ripple Rings
A pebble drops from idle hand,
and breaks the glass of still-held sea.
It sinks in silence, calm and bland,
yet sings its rings to what will be.
The first small circle, bright and thin,
spreads outward, reaching shore by shore,
as if the water learned to begin
with one soft touch it held before.
The lily shivers, reeds bow low,
and distant boats rock, half-aware,
while deep below, the stone sinks slow,
a quiet weight in silent air.
So small a thing, so brief its fall,
yet calm is never calm again;
the lake remembers one stone's call
long after stillness settles in.
Ripple Effect
A single pebble, small and grey,
slips quietly into the bay.
No thunder claims the calm it breaks,
yet every shore its warning takes.
The surface shivers, rings, and spreads,
widening through the drowsy beds
of reeds and lilies, hushed and deep,
where sleeping fish begin to leap.
One stone can wake a sea of rings,
reach far beyond the things it sings,
and teach the still world, wide and slow,
that small beginnings also grow.
What the Lake Keeps
A pebble falls, a small, brief sound,
and then the surface closes round.
Yet deep below, the stillness knows
each ring that rises, each that goes.
The lake forgets no weight it takes,
no stone that sinks, no ripple's wake.
It holds the dropped and fallen things
in patient, silver, sheltering rings.
So quiet waters, calm and wide,
keep every drop you let subside;
the glassy hush is not a void,
but memory, softly deployed.
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