The Angler

The water churns under the angler's gaze, Mirroring the sky in a soft, gentle haze. Beneath the surface lies a world unseen, Where fish roam freely in currents serene. The line tightens, the thrill takes flight, A struggle commences, a dance of might. The angler wrestles with the fish through the night. Colors burst forth in a rainbow's delight, As scales glisten in the moon's soft light. A flash of crimson, a splash of gold, The fish's strength, a sight to behold. It fights with resolve, this creature of the sea, The angler reels, his grip steady as can be. He knows the rhythm, the ebb and flow, With practiced hands, he guides the show. Finally, the fish breaks the surface's hold, A moment captured, a tale to be told. In hues that shimmer like a sunset's gem, A testament to nature's untamed emblem.