Rhythm

He sleeps, and dreams of treasures
 he'll discover on some secret stream
 He wakes before the sun anxious as a child on Christmas morn
 Dressing quietly, Kissing me softly
 He heads into the rising sun to find
 the perfect place to catch his dreams
 He welcomes the sunlight on his face
 the comfort of the current's cool embrace
 Watching the graceful arcing line
 thoughts of everything and nothing entertwined
 Drinking in the day Hours fall away
 Basking in his ecstacy Reeling in the magic of this place
 He feels the rhythm of the cast, of life, of nature, at peace
 Baptized into freedom, communing with the power of the river, released
 Then he reels in the line, strengthened by this moment of connection
 Then gently he'll release the prize and watch it swim away
 With thankfulness and wonder in his eyes
 The river dances and flows collecting souvenirs of wood and stone
 Purposeful and strong broadening as it carries them along
 And the life we know drives us to reach and grow
 Finding our own destinies, discovering sweet surprises as we go
 He feels the rhythm of the cast, of life, of nature, at peace
 Baptized into freedom, communing with the power of the river, released
 Then he reels in the line, strengthened by this moment of connection
 Then gently he'll release the prize and watch it swim away
 With thankfulness and wonder in his eyes