Crickets chirp and peepers cheep,
Among the buzzing katydids,
To pierce the stagnant summer heat,
With brash, chaotic choruses.
An insect song once taught to me,
So long ago when I was young,
The same chaotic melody,
As when, at first, I heard it sung.
This random chatter comforts me,
To know despite how much will change,
Such blissful clicking symphony,
Across the years, sounds just the same.
Across the years, sounds just the same.
