Within the pitfalls of the grass <br />Under a blazing midday sun <br />Cicada sing, cicada hum <br />Carry your spark on the wind <br />Never fall quiet <br />Cicada hop, cicada run <br />Here he comes with sorrow on his boots <br />It’s time to quiet the sound <br />To a whisper to a drone <br />Cicada fly cicada home.<br /><br />Cheryl McDonnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cicada-3/
