I put down my old split bamboo rod,
thought I'd give the rainbow trout a rest.
Beside a tiny mountain stream, just me and God,
The sound of the leaves in the breeze, the water falling over the rocks,
the sounds of the creation all around, what a lovely sound.
All for me at this moment in time.
Oh, my God, how do I deserve all this?
Sights and sounds all for me and me alone as I sat upon that stone by the brook.
I quit fishing because I kept getting interrupted by biting fish. Now I just sit by the river and watch.
You are blessed.