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Ripples in the Pond
A single stone breaks morning's glass,
Concentric rings of light amass.
Each circle grows in silent flight,
Dancing outward, pure delight.
Wavelets touch the reedy shore,
Then bounce back to dance some more.
Nature's geometry unfolds—
Perfect circles, silver-scrolled.
Like thoughts that spread from mind to mind,
Or kindness leaving peace behind,
These ripples show how actions small
Can touch the edges of it all.
Till finally the pond grows still,
Its surface smooth as morning's chill.
Yet somewhere in its depths below,
The water keeps its gentle flow.