My restless weary mind,
Drawn by the music of a kind.
It’s the rattling cicada’s song,
It plays in repeat all night long!
First, I could not sleep,
By their tune loud and deep.
For me, it was getting late,
But all they cared was to mate!
But I don’t wish them to stop,
Their musicals must not drop.
It’s a show hosted by the night,
Maybe for my peace and delight!
I have adjusted to their tone,
It makes me feel, I am not alone,
Their harmony, pure and surreal,
With a magical power to heal!
I am lucky to have this chance,
To enter a euphonious trance.
Their lilting act put me to sleep,
Into a dream, blissfully sweet!
In a world, gracefully bright,
My mother, in front of my sight.
I stayed and played in her arms,
Blessed now by her caring charms!
Until dawn, they played for me,
A craved wonder, they made me see.
Their lives short yet profound,
I loved their song; I loved their sound!
“The Cicada’s Song” dedicated to my mommy ( my everything)