SPLASH and the trickling starts,

Ducks ponder, setting off more,

Swimming with swamp hens,

Landing with a great

SPLASH and again it goes,

Just slightly, caused by little toes,

As they swim in, they quietly croak,

These frogs causing another

SPLASH and it flows once more,

Caused by the delicacy of wind,

Blowing and making it happen again,

Creating a fragile and unnoticeable 

SPLASH, heard only by ones close,

Six little legs land gracefully,

The water bugs, swimming on top,

Or the buzzy ones from flight, landing with a small

SPLASH by everything combined,

Ducks, swamp hens, frogs, wind, bugs,

All these things created and made and caused

Ripples.