Fishing the Creek

[Verse] Morning light breaks through the willow trees, Casting shadows as I pack my gear with ease. Rod in my hand, boots in the stream, Life slows down, feels just like a dream. [Verse 2] Ripples roll gently, a song they sing, Water so clear, I see everything. Dragonflies dance on the surface sheen, Nature’s canvas painted soft and serene. [Chorus] I’m fishing the creek where life takes it slow, Where time stands still and the worries go. Reeling in peace with each cast I make, In this small town stream, my heart finds a break. [Verse 3] Bobber dips down, a trout on the line, Battle of wits, a moment so fine. The world fades away, it’s just the fish and me, Out here in the wild, that’s where I’m free. [Bridge] Memories flow like the water’s route, Stories of the catch, what life’s about. Grandpa taught me in this very spot, Fishing the creek, giving all I got. [Chorus] I’m fishing the creek where life takes it slow, Where time stands still and the worries go. Reeling in peace with each cast I make, In this small town stream, my heart finds a break.