In the tranquil dawn by the silent shore,
I cast my line, my thoughts explore.
The water whispers secrets old,
As the morning air begins to unfold.

Beneath the surface, hidden grace,
Fish glide in their watery space.
Patience becomes my closest friend,
As I wait for nature’s gift to send.

The sun climbs high, its golden light,
Reflects the dance, a shimmering sight.
Each ripple tells a story new,
Of ancient tides and skies so blue.

As day turns to dusk, the catch is made,
A fisherman’s joy will never fade.
With every cast, a promise deep,
In nature’s arms, my soul will keep.