In the quiet morning light, he cast his line,Beyond the whispering trees, where waters shine.The river sang a song of gentle grace,And time stood still in that serene place.His boat drifted on the eternal flow,A solitary voyage where spirits go.The sun kissed the horizon’s golden hue,As memories faded with the morning dew.Gone fishing, he whispered to the sky,Where dreams and reality softly lie.The river embraced him in its gentle arms,A journey beyond, free from earthly harms.In the ripples, tales of life do blend,A tranquil passage, where souls transcend.He found his peace beneath the endless sea,Gone fishing forever, where he’ll always be.