Beneath the morning’s tender light,
The river whispers secrets old,
I cast my line into the depths,
Where dreams and waters intertwine.

The patience of the angler’s heart,
Is mirrored in the river’s flow,
Each ripple tells a silent tale,
Of life’s eternal, gentle dance.

The sun ascends, its golden rays,
Caressing waves that softly break,
I wait with hope, a silent prayer,
For nature’s bounty, pure and free.

As twilight falls, the day concludes,
The river glows with evening’s brush,
In solitude, I find my peace,
Where fishing’s art and nature’s blend.