On a tranquil lake, where the waters gleam,
He cast his line into the dream.
The sun dipped low, a golden crest,
As he found his peace, eternal rest.
The echoes of laughter, the stories told,
Now linger in the twilight, bold.
The ripples dance with a gentle sigh,
While he whispers a quiet goodbye.
A fisherman’s journey, a life well-spent,
Beneath the heavens, his spirit went.
The stars above, they softly glow,
Embracing him in a tender flow.
In nature’s arms, he’ll always be,
A part of the lake, the earth, the sea.
Gone fishing, forever resting,
His soul at peace, no longer questing.