Small ripples steal away placidity,
Slight as they are.
They’re enough to disrupt,
And from peace, disbar.
Gentle waves excite,
Once dull, still waters.
Awakening the lifeless from slumber,
Bringing purification and order.
Unable to remain still,
To remain at all.
No longer slow undercurrents,
Now a surface war.
Desired motion upon the motionless,
Attracting visual senses to beauty.
Convincing it’s worthy of attention,
When it might otherwise not be seen.