Beneath the tranquil morning’s light,
Where whispers of the water meet the sky,
I cast my line in hopeful flight,
To seek the treasures hidden nigh.

The river sings a lullaby,
As ripples dance in gentle flow,
Each moment passes like a sigh,
In the serene, soft morning glow.

The patient wait, a sacred art,
With nature’s bounty as my guide,
The quiet peace that fills the heart,
As time and tide with me abide.

A fisher’s dream, a silent plea,
For nature’s gifts in endless stream,
To find within this reverie,
The simple joy of fishing dreams.