Riding on the force, a disturbance in the placid blue,
In the water, tiny waves form and travel outward,
Pealing out from the center, away from disruption.
Purpose in mind, they forge ahead in ever diminishing size.
Listing off into the distance as they begin to disappear,
Into the dark expanse where they will soon stop to rest.
No longer visible, traveling unseen.
Going on their way to rejoin the forming calm.