Leo the keeper lived in a striped lighthouse taller than any tree. Every morning, he looked out at the vast, shimmering ocean. He watched the powerful waves crash against the rocks and always wondered, “Why, oh why, do the waves keep marching to shore? Who keeps sending them?”
One wild afternoon, a fierce storm blew in. The wind howled around the tower, shaking the glass and making Leo hold onto his hat. He watched the sea closely and noticed something remarkable: the air wasn't just blowing *over* the water; it was actively *pushing* the surface, driving the small peaks forward with incredible force.
Suddenly, Leo understood the secret! He realized the waves weren't mysterious giants being sent from deep below; they were made by the wind sweeping across the ocean's surface. The wind creates small ripples, and those ripples gather strength and size as they travel, turning into big, impressive waves that finally crash onto the beach. The air was the architect of the sea’s constant journey.
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