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Chirps of Change
In summer's heat, the cicadas sing,
A symphony of dusk, their voices ring.
Each note a moment, fleeting yet bright,
Awakening whispers in the fading light.
From soil to sky, they shed the skin,
Emerging transformed, where dreams begin.
In briefest calls, life’s essence resides,
In every echo, the heart confides.
Celebrate this pulse, so rich, so rare,
In every chirp, a breath of air.
For fleeting joys, like a firefly's gleam,
Forever remind us to cherish the dream.
Cicada's Call
Cicada cries pierce the still summer air,
Echoes of change, a song laid bare.
In twilight's embrace, they sing their plight,
Whispers of metamorphosis, day into night.
From shadows they rise, in husks left behind,
A symphony woven with threads of the mind.
In each mournful note, a story unfurled,
The tongue of the summer, the echo of worlds.
With wings made of whispers, they flutter and fly,
Bearing the weight of the sun-scorched sky.
In silence, reflection, the listener grows,
In the chorus of cicadas, transformation flows.
Awakening Song
From shadows deep, a silence brews,
In hidden world where dusk holds tight,
A whispered call, the dawn renews,
As cicadas hum in morning light.
Cloaked in earth, a slumber long,
They linger, dream, in hushed embrace,
Yet time unfolds with nature’s song,
Emerging bright, they find their place.
With every note, a tale retold,
Of metamorphosis, life’s great dance,
Once bound in dark, now bold and gold,
In the heat of noon, they find their chance.
Awake, alive, to skies so wide,
Transformation springs from sheltered ground,
In contemplating life's sweet ride,
The cicada sings, a love profound.
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