fishing

When you're all ready to go for fishing,

All the tackle in the car, 

The day's agenda clear for the pond... 

And then the skies grow gloomy, 

Dark grey clouds blown in overhead

Be it subang jaya or kelana jaya,

Or taman aman... 

That feeling... 

That no one can stop the rain, 

Unless a prayer, 

That blows the clouds away

Is heard by a God above... 

The rain drops when on is fishing, 

The splashes in the pool

The smell of the damp air

As we hide under a gazebo...

Rolling up the mat, 

Widing up the tackle

Cleaning the worms of the hooks, 

The smell of dirt in the nails, 

The dried worm juice on the fingers, 

Caked mud, hardend skin... 

A patient mind, 

A solaced soul, 

A quietened heart, 

A rested body

Tranquillity 

Father and son, 

Peace 

Love