The sun rises softly over the gentle stream,
Casting golden hues upon the tranquil scene.
A lone fisherman waits, with dreams in his eyes,
Where water whispers secrets beneath open skies.

The dance of light upon rippling waves,
Tells stories of old, of fishermen brave.
With each cast, a hope, a silent prayer,
In the stillness, peace finds him there.

The world slows down, time gently fades,
As the lure glides through shaded glades.
Nature’s chorus sings a soothing song,
In this quiet embrace, he feels he belongs.

As dusk settles in, painting skies in red,
He gathers his lines, thoughts full of dread.
Yet in his heart, a joy quietly grows,
For in the day’s catch, life gently flows.