Some call it fishing.

This peaceful haven, a home from home.
It's early evening, I'm all alone.
The trees they surround me, the birds how they sing.
Such a comforting feeling which they all bring.
A continuous sound but relaxing all the same. It's warm and friendly nature.
Why would I choose to be anywhere else? Surely there is no place greater!
The odd hello, I can cope with them. I know they will not last long.
The voices will start to slowly deplete as the night time carries on.
My own thoughts I'm left with, I day dream at night. I become so relaxed I've just missed a bite.
To catch one's a bonus, not the true reason I'm here.
To see something of beauty a bat or a deer.
I will witness the sun lay down and then rise,
and the dreamy misty morning with my very own eyes.