From far out at sea
The errant wave begins
Pushed onward by a restless tide and wind.
Rushing head-long toward the shore
In a mad dash to find a home
On some lonely and distant place.
The sound of the wave
Crashing down upon the surf
Brings a constant and noisy roar
Only to summon another to repeat its chore.
Never-ending tide and wave
Crash constantly on the shore,
To make a symphony of sound
That lulls a nearby sun worshiper
Into a deep and restful sleep.
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