Under a Starry Night Sky

I once took a stroll around the stroke of midnight,
Never before had I witnessed such a beautiful sight,
As I took a few steps forward and entered a lone and desolate park,
I saw the moon and a sky full of stars, guiding my way through the dark.

On my arm was a picnic basket full of delightful goods,
In my hand, a blanket to lie on when I passed the woods,
I must admit that in the dark, I felt a sense of fear,
But no phobia could hold me back from the wonderous sensation near.