Fish Guy

In the early dawn's embrace, by waters calm and still, Where whispers dance upon the waves, and time stands silent, nil. Beneath the canvas of the sky, where dreams take flight and soar, A lone angler wades with purpose, seeking treasures from the core. With rod in hand, and heart alight, he casts his line with care, Into the depths where secrets lie, and mysteries declare. Each ripple, every gentle tug, a tale yet to unfold, As nature's stage is set, the story of the waters, bold. The bass, a creature of the depths, a warrior of the stream, In shadows lurking, patience key, a dance of light and gleam. With skillful hands and knowing eye, the angler plays his part, A symphony of motion, a dance of mind and heart. The tug, the pull, the sudden strike, adrenaline takes flight, As battle lines are drawn beneath the morning's gentle light. A struggle fierce, a test of wills, between two souls entwined, In this ballet of nature, both hunter and the kind. With skill and reverence, he reels them in, these champions of the deep, In awe of their magnificence, their secrets he will keep. For in the dance of bass and man, a harmony is found, A rhythm of the ages, where peace and passion abound.