Cricket

In the hush of twilight, a symphony begins,

A chorus of chirps, where the cricket grins.

With legs like a fiddle, it plays its song,

In the moonlit night, where dreams belong.

Through blades of grass and dappled light,

Its melody dances, a pure delight.

In the rhythm of its wings, a lullaby,

A soothing balm under the starry sky.

With each trill, it weaves a tale,

Of hidden wonders, of the night's unveil.

In the cricket's song, a magic hums,

A serenade to the darkness, where silence succumbs.

As it echoes through the night, enchanting all.

A timeless melody, through the sands of time.