Morning mist upon the water, Sun just peeking through the pine. Twelve-foot boat and forty horses, More than enough to pass the time. Boat glides smoothly through the water, Old tackle box between our feet. Two brothers spendin' time together, While we still have time to keep. A line in the water... A breeze in the trees... The kind of silence That puts a soul at ease. Fish if they want to... Or leave us alone. Today we're just two brothers Feeling right at home. Walked seventy-plus years together, Raised our families, paid our dues. Now the clock don't own the morning, And there's nothing left to prove. Every cast becomes a memory, Every ripple tells a tale. While other folks chase a dollar, We're breathin' air money can't buy. A gator slides into the water, Like he's fished this lake for years. A turtle slips beneath the surface, Leaving circles soft and clear. Not every blessing has a headline, Not every treasure shines. Sometimes life's greatest riches Come one quiet cast at a time. A line in the water... A breeze in the trees... The kind of silence That puts a soul at ease. A few good fish... Then ease on home. Best thing we carried with us... Was one more day together.
