Cicada Song

Sunlight sifts through lush green leaves,
Glistening against a vibrant sky
As a loud hum resounds through humid air.

Tiny bodies call to each other
With steady careful vibrations
In a passionate entrancing rhythm.

Voices bellow out, desperate to be heard,
Before fading back to silence
As red-orange leaves touch the ground.

Still those rare melodic years
The distant cry of the cicada song
Fills me with the warmth of summer.