The Cicadas Song

In the heart of summer's gleam,

Where golden rays and shadows blend,

A tiny voice begins to dream,

The cicada's song, its tale to send.

High in the trees, it takes its stage,

A symphony of life, unfurled,

A rhythm ancient, yet so sage,

A whisper to the waking world.

With wings like whispers, soft and light,

It sings of days both long and warm,

Of sunlit skies and starry night,

In nature's cradle, safe from harm.

Though brief its time beneath the sun,

Its melody forever stays,

A gentle hymn when day is done,

To mark the passing of the days.

So listen close, and you will hear,

The cicada's serenade,

A song of life, both bright and clear,

In every note, a memory made.