A Fisherman’s Dream

At the ocean's floor, where shadows dance,
Stands a lone fisherman, in a trance.
He gazes up, with wonder wide,
At the cyclone of fish, in a rainbow tide.

Above him whirls a chorus of fins,
A symphony of colors, a painted springs.
Each creature twirls in graceful spree,
In a whirlpool of life, serenading the sea.

And as the tornado of fish gently sways,
The fisherman sighs, in the depths where he stays.
As he falls for the ocean's theme,
In the delighted depths of a fisherman's dream.