The Cicada

The night is dawing near as the cicada sings her song
She tells us  Autumn is coming, it wont be very long
Her melody is so peaceful and so soothing to the ears.
For a moment I have forgotten the reason behind my tears.


Like the robin who appears and sings of the coming spring
The cicada sings of the Fall and the colors it will bring.
She is not so pretty to look at; if you see her you may run
But you will always love to hear her when  the day is done.

All that buzzing in the trees you hear this time of year
Are the cicadas telling us the time to harvest is near
The cicada like every creature is beautiful as can be
If you look beyond her appearance and hear her melody