In the moment,
before the dawn sky changes
from velvet to violet,
an old fisherman cast his fishing rod
through lavender mist,
into still purple water.
He is wonder,
will I still get many fish today?
like he was child…
When people likes to fishing in hours,
when birds find their food here,
when the lake have least pollution.
Unfortunately,
he could only tell to his grandchild
like a fairy tale ever…
Copyright © July, 17th 2001