The Drop Becomes the Ripple

In the morning, I awaken to a welcoming embrace,

Which enables me to put the rarest smile upon my face.

It is evidently present as I greet a man outside,

My pleasantness allows his troubled thoughts within to subside.

A bit of hope and faith then fills his otherwise worried mind,

And then he decides that perhaps he should be a bit more kind.

He's off to work and to the surprise of those who he does know,

He allows for the contentment of feelings within to show.

The many present, then together, return to him the same.

And what is routinely cold becomes an ever growing flame.

This great warmth encompassed continues to spread throughout the day.

When night arrives, the masses take that notion upon it's way,

Through the crowds of people moving with purpose, but unaware,

Why there's a such good feeling of love and laughter in the air.