In the early dawn, where the waters lie still,
A fisherman’s heart beats with quiet thrill.
The world fades away, just him and the sea,
In nature’s embrace, his soul feels free.

Rod in hand, he casts his line,
Into the depths of time’s design.
The ripples spread, a gentle sigh,
Beneath the vast, unending sky.

Patience his virtue, he waits and dreams,
Of hidden worlds beneath the streams.
Each moment a gift, each catch a prize,
Reflected in the water, the fisher’s eyes.

As the sun sets low, painting the bay,
He gathers his gear, ends his day.
With peace in his heart and calm in his mind,
He leaves the shore, his worries behind.