Darkness drapes the night sky, Surrounded by merry flower bushes, A sweet whistle of the nightingale, A distant melody softly playing. The cool breeze ruffles my hair, Petrichor fills my senses, The moon winks at me, Flashing its luminous rays. After a busy day, the world sleeps wearily, But here I am, perched on my olive tree like a bird, Reading books in the moonlight. This is where I feel I belong, Relishing the quiet glory of the sky, All alone in the dead of night, All alone in the dead of night.