In the morning light, he cast his line,
Into the sea, vast and divine.
With gentle waves and whispering breeze,
He found his peace among the seas.

The ocean sang a lullaby,
As seagulls danced across the sky.
The world above, a distant dream,
While he floated on the gentle stream.

Memories drifted like the tide,
In silent depths, where shadows hide.
He sought no catch, no worldly gain,
Just solace in the ocean’s reign.

Now he’s gone, beyond the shore,
Fishing in skies forevermore.
In the heart of the sea, he found his rest,
A fisherman’s soul, forever blessed.