In the hush of night, where silence grows,
Pages whisper secrets only the weary knows.
Pens dance upon the paper’s gleaming face,
Drawing dreams in lines, a quiet chase.

The clock’s soft ticking, a gentle reminder,
Of time slipping by, a secret finder.
Under the lamp’s warm, golden hue,
Thoughts take flight, in shadows anew.

Math equations become intricate art,
History unfolds, a tale to impart.
Science and words blend in a symphony,
A world of knowledge, vast and free.

Yet in this solitude, a quiet grace,
A moment to breathe, to find one’s place.
Homework, a journey through the night,
Guides the mind to morning’s light.