I walked over the green land
And there it was before me,
The lake,
The lake that I would walk around,
Not just walk around
But cast a line into the water.
I put the fly on the line
But stopped,
Stopped and listened,
Listened to the silence,
That silence only interrupted
By the sounds of nature.
I became one with nature.
I cast my line on the water
And watched the line
Floating on the surface,
The fly sank,
I gently pulled the line
Dragging the fly slowly
Hoping for a fish to bite.
I looked about me
At natures glory,
The young swan slowly swimming,
The ducks and coots
Both with their young.
The sedate grebe
Passing in absolute majesty.
I walked around the lake
Casting my line,
Hoping for a fish.
It was not my turn today,
But I did not care,
As once more,
I was at one with nature.