In the quiet of the morning, the boat sets sail,
Over waters calm, beneath the sky so pale.
With rod in hand, a heart heavy yet light,
Seeking solace in the water’s gentle might.

Memories linger as the line casts far,
Of laughter shared under the evening star.
Now only whispers of a time once known,
In the ripples, his presence is shown.

The sun dips low, a golden farewell,
Shadows grow longer, in silence they dwell.
The pull of the deep, a final embrace,
In the water’s mirror, he finds his place.

Gone fishing, to a realm beyond time,
Where the river meets the eternal climb.
In the currents, he is forever free,
A soul at peace in the boundless sea.