By the gentle stream, he cast his line,
In the quiet dawn, the world seemed fine.
The ripples danced to the morning’s song,
As he waited patiently, all day long.

The sun climbed high, the hours drifted by,
Beneath the azure and the open sky.
A whisper of wind, a sigh of the trees,
He found solace and peace in the soft summer breeze.

Evening shadows grew, the day turned dark,
His spirit soared, left a lasting mark.
With one last cast, he joined the night,
Gone fishing forever, in the eternal light.

Now we remember, the life he led,
The stories he told, the paths he tread.
In our hearts, his memory stays,
Gone fishing forever, through endless days.