In the quiet whisper of the morning mist,
He cast his line into eternity’s stream.
The ripples danced, a gentle twist,
Of memories caught in a timeless dream.
Beneath the azure sky, so vast and wide,
He drifted away on a boat made of light.
The echoes of laughter, side by side,
Faded softly into the night.
The lake embraced him with tender care,
As if knowing this was his final quest.
His soul, unburdened, free from despair,
Found solace in the water’s gentle crest.
No more the burdens of earthly strife,
Only peace in the quiet, endless sea.
Gone fishing, beyond this life,
His spirit, forever wild and free.