Upon the river’s gentle call,
He cast his line and dreams away,
To where the waters softly fall,
In whispers of the fading day.

With every ripple, time did cease,
A dance with shadows, light, and breeze,
The echoes sang of sweet release,
While nature’s breath brought silent ease.

Beyond the bend, where waters meet,
A place where earthly ties unwind,
He found a solace, calm and sweet,
In depths where he would peaceably find.

Now in the whispers of the stream,
His spirit drifts in endless grace,
Gone fishing in eternal dream,
Embraced by nature’s warm embrace.