He sits beside the river deep in thought.
The yonder moon in the sky shines, lavishing the landscape with its silver light.
The stars are all awake, twinkling brightly as if accompanying him in the loneliness of the night.
A gentle breeze caresses his cheeks. Somewhere a nightingale sings its melodious tale.
The nature’s harmony compels him to write. His thoughts, aching to flow onto the parchment in his hands.
The gentle lapping of water against the boat lulls him to sleep.
A beautiful sleep in this poet’s paradise