In the gentle embrace of dawn’s first light,
Where the river sings its ancient song,
The fisherman casts his hopeful line,
Dreaming of the treasures that may belong.

The waters whisper secrets of the deep,
Where shadows dance and mysteries unfold,
Each ripple carries stories untold,
A world beneath where dreams are bold.

The sun ascends, painting the sky in gold,
As patience becomes a silent friend,
In the solitude of nature’s embrace,
Time stretches with no need to end.

Evening descends with a gentle sigh,
The fisherman’s heart finds peace anew,
For in the quiet of the fading light,
He finds the joy that only nature knew.