The Ancient Angler's Dawn

Wraiths of mist dance on the lake
As darkness flees and birds awake
The angler watches, breathing calm
Lest movement spoil the new day’s charm

Bright Phoebus glances through the trees
Their branches rustling in the breeze
Nature’s glory is reborn
On this, a wondrous summer’s dawn

The angler lives not for the catch
For nothing in his life can match
The peace he feels, created by
The solitude and cloudless sky

Countless dawns have graced his gaze
And each one causes him to raise
A prayer his ageing bones allow
Just one more moment such as now

By Tryzard