Dearest Cicada

At the many picnics throughout childhood

I heard your cry, I saw your shells galore

At your loudest, you come out of the ground

Like your first sweet baby crying being born

They say billions are on their way this month

As you arrive, your shells appear unfurled

You are chunky, noisy, with bright red eyes

Making yourself quite known in this big world

You grace us all with an immense lifespan

Surpassing three thousand mighty species

You inspired songs, poems and humbly accept

Dylan to Nash, your cry pure artistry

Yet in your might lies softness, a kind call

No sting, no bite, misunderstood to all