Beneath the morning’s golden hue,
A tranquil lake awaits the cast.
The gentle breeze, a soft adieu,
As nature’s symphony holds fast.
The line breaks through the mirrored glass,
Ripples spread like whispered dreams.
In silence, moments slowly pass,
While sunbeams dance on glistening streams.
Patience threads the fisher’s soul,
In the dance of line and lure.
Time flows, an endless scroll,
With secrets only waters can assure.
As twilight paints the sky in gold,
A story of the day unfolds.
With heart content, and tales retold,
The fisherman and nature hold.