Spreading, Spreading from the center,
flowing on out to the sea.
There is no way or telling where
the end is going to be.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness,
just a flash and it is gone.
But there is a half-a-hundred ripples
circling one and on and on.

Bearing hope and joy and comfort
on each splashing, dashing wave.
Until you wouldn't believe the volume
of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness,
in a minute you forget.
But there is gladness still a-swelling,
and there is joy a-circling yet.

You've rolled a wave of comfort
whose sweet music can be heard,
over miles and miles of water,
by just dropping one kind word.