Some creatures sing until they die,
the cicada being one
blase insect
indifferent to fate
singing is what matters
to the cicada
to live life crooning
among the strawberries
in spring
then chanting in the summer,
resonating through the heatwaves
buzzzz
clickkk
hummm
reverberating in the garden forest
like the wind on the sea in a shell
one is joined by many
and a choir of cicadas
roar their pleasure
feel their song
vibrate to the centre of your being
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