Cicada, cicada, lull me to sleep
with the breeze on the leaves
adding a sweet melody
a slow pulsating sound
that pulls me deeper into natures
warm embrace
I am safe here
Cicada, cicada, under canopy of ancient trees
whispers of the forest
wrap around my weary mind
each rustle, a calm reminder
each chirp, a soothing whisper
Cicada, cicada, the sun casts it's
gentle glow
Golden light filters through the green branches
Illuminating the path to my dreams
where the cicadas song
is a symphony of peace
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H.M.Warden
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