Drop a pebble in the water, just a splash,
and it is gone;
But there is half a hundred ripples circling
on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center,
flowing on out to sea.
And there is no way of telling where the
end is going to be.
Drop a pebble in the water; in a minute
you will forget,
But there are little waves a-flowing and
there are ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing to a great
big wave have grown;
You've disturbed a mighty river just by
dropping in a stone.
Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a
minute it is gone;
But there are half a hundred ripples circling
on and on and on,
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading
from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them, once
you've started the flow.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a
flash and it is gone;
But there are half a hundred ripples circling
on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each
splashing, dashing wave,
Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the
one kind word you gave.
Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a
minute you will forget;
But there's gladness still a swelling, and
there's joy circling yet.
And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose
sweet music can be heard,
Over miles and miles of water just by
dropping one kind word.
-author unknown
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