Beneath the morning’s gentle light,
The river sings a lullaby,
As the line dances with the tide,
Hopeful hearts watch the ripples sigh.

In the summer’s golden embrace,
The sun kisses the tranquil stream,
Shadows play upon the face,
Of waters where the silver gleam.

Autumn winds whisper tales untold,
Leaves adorn the fisher’s path,
Patiently waiting, stories unfold,
In the quiet flow, a gentle bath.

Winter wraps the world in white,
Yet beneath the ice, life persists,
A fisher’s dream takes silent flight,
In hope’s warm glow, the soul insists.