In the whisper of the morning light,
He cast his line to the endless sea.
With gentle waves, he found his flight,
To a place where he could be free.

The sun dipped low, painting skies of gold,
As shadows danced upon the shore.
In silence, stories of old were told,
Of journeys taken forevermore.

The stars awakened in the velvet night,
Guiding him to the unknown deep.
With every cast into the fading light,
He knew his soul was his to keep.

Gone fishing, a whispered farewell,
To the world he leaves behind.
In the ocean’s embrace, he dwells,
In peace, his spirit intertwined.