Ontario waves roll and crash, roll and crash;
They mostly roll.
A testament that the body of our lives
Need not be filled with constant barrage.
Yet it is that crash that sounds the sweetest!
We lie in wait and are calm,
Calm and restful.
When water meets shore though
It is at that moment we realize
Something was missing.
Without the meeting of the two
There is no purpose, no direction.
There are waves rolling
And there is a wave rolling!
Roll into crash.
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