A bubbly crown on your latte delight, in seas and suds, soft and white. With a gentle touch, it quietly roams, found in waves and cappuccinos' domes.

Part fits with a hook. Part the sting of a whip. I'm blown to make a wish, at your fingertip.

Little ones have big ears Large ones can hold liquid Living ones throw balls And plant-based ones eat insects!

I can be soup, pie, or a decoration for you front yard and all. I can be used all year round, but am most popular in the fall.

Here today. Gone tomorrow. Water, the same on the surface. Yet, its undercurrent has forever changed. I am the Ripple Affect.