In the quiet of the morning light, he cast his line to sea,
With dreams of fish and memories, he sought serenity.
The water whispered stories, of days both old and new,
And in its depth, he found himself, in skies of endless blue.
His boat became a vessel, to worlds beyond our reach,
Where time stood still, and hearts would fill, with lessons life would teach.
Each ripple told a tale of love, of loss, and fleeting breath,
As he sailed further from the shore, toward the arms of death.
The sun dipped low, the stars appeared, a canvas of the night,
He felt the pull, a gentle tug, to realms of purest light.
With every cast, a piece of him, was given to the sea,
And in its vast, unfathomed depths, his spirit wandered free.
Now silent waters hold him close, beneath the moonâs embrace,
A fisherman, forevermore, in nature’s calmest grace.
Gone fishing, to a place where pain and sorrow cease,
He drifts upon eternal waves, in everlasting peace.