The old man (image poem)

As the man sat down under the tree with a fishing rod in his hand
Hundreds of memories flashed back into his mind
The wind was softly blowing the tree branches
The birds were singing beautiful chants
They resembled so much to a children chorus that reminded him of his early days
He closed his eyes for just a second and began remembering
Suddenly his whole life appeared before him
The fun days playing in the sky blue pond
Splashing around
Dancing through all the different colours of nature
The gold sun shining at it most
The green leaves moving along with the wind
The sun rays lighting everything that was in the range of his eyes
The sound of innocent laughter and the feeling that nothing was bad
Suddenly he woke up, as fast as he had fallen asleep
Everything was grey now
No fish at the end of his rod
He got up and left
Knowing very well that he would come back again.