Ode to the Midnight Oil

In the quiet hours, when the world sleeps tight,

Beneath the moon's soft, silvery light,
The midnight oil burns, steady and low,
Casting shadows of thinkers, in its glow.

Pages turn, ideas churn, in the silence of the night,

Minds at work, in solitude, away from daylight's blight,
The oil fuels the thoughts that swim and dive,
In the deep sea of knowledge, where truths thrive.

Oh, loyal flame, guide through the dark,

Illuminate the paths where curiosity embarks,
In the sanctuary of night, where creations are born,
Under the watchful eyes of a world, worn.

So here's to the oil, and to the silent night,

To the thinkers and dreamers, in their quiet fight,
For in the depth of darkness, away from the sun’s rays,
The brightest of ideas often finds its ways.