At dawn’s first light, the river calls to me,
Whispers of secrets hidden beneath the waves.
With rod in hand, I venture forth to see,
The mysteries that the silent water saves.

The world grows quiet, only ripples speak,
As lines cast out with hopes and dreams entwined.
Patience is a virtue that I seek,
In the gentle rhythm, peace I find.

The sun ascends, painting skies in gold,
Reflections dance upon the water’s face.
Each tug and pull, a story to be told,
In this tranquil, timeless fishing place.

Evening falls, the day’s catch in my sight,
Nature’s bounty, a humble, grateful prize.
In fishing’s art, I find pure delight,
Beneath the vast and ever-changing skies.