Crickets have a preference for
The bush outside my door.
They’ve gathered there to make a song
I’ve never heard before.

If the stars had voices,
I would think they’d sound the same—
All abuzz with energy,
A summer night untame.

Wait! here come the fireflies.
And look at how they dance!
Choreographed perfectly,
A fairytale romance.

Now the breeze is picking up,
As if to harmonize.
It purifies the tune and sends it,
Perfect, to the skies.

If you go to sleep tonight,
You’ll miss the cricket-chants.
They only come this time of year.
Go outside and dance.

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