By the tranquil lake where whispers cease,
He casts his line, in search of peace.
The ripples dance, a silent song,
Where time stands still, and hearts belong.

The morning mist, a gentle shroud,
Wraps him in its tender cloud.
Beneath the sky, so vast and wide,
He finds his rest by nature’s side.

With every cast, memories flow,
Of times gone by, of ebb and glow.
The fish may swim, the birds may call,
But he remains, beyond it all.

In this stillness, he finds his place,
A peaceful smile upon his face.
Gone fishing now, forevermore,
By the lake, on heaven’s shore.