Crickets chirping harmoniously together, In the clear wavy air of spring. It sings, The air, in the nights when only crickets can Hear it. The green grass is rich with camouflage For the cowardly bugs. They surrender to the Eyes and ears, only to serenade the people who Try to sleep. Crickets depart and chirp sadly As the sun begins to rise.
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