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Lake Ontario
I sit here as the waves lap against the shore.
The sound of the waves beating against the land seems to sooth my soul.
With this, why would I want anymore?
I am content sitting on this knoll.
As I sit, the sun begins to fade.
The sky is painted with a paint tray and brush yellow, orange, red.
In the ocean that is the sky I could wade.
As I sit, I have no sense of dread.
I look out across the lake, and can see the Toronto skyline.
All of the buildings seem to glisten like a far off ship.
Even with the sun down, the sky still has a shine.
I then know that I’m glad I took this trip.
I feel that if I stretch my arm out far enough, I could touch the mighty CN Tower.
I could ride up its elevator and feel as if I’m on top of the world.
On the land below, I would not cower,
but be in the sky so high where the clouds are curled.
But I know, as I sit here on Lake Ontario that these dreams can’t come true.
I can’t be on the other side, seeing the world from a different view.
For now, I can only dream when I will get the chance too.
For now, too see this sunset, I am part of a lucky few.
So now the day is done.
As the waves beat against the shore, I know that even these will have to someday come to an end.
The sky soon becomes dark with the setting sun.
Tomorrow will bring another bend.
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