In the twilight hours of the cicada call

When lightning strikes and thunderstorms brawl

Weather has no pattern at all

I will sit and listen

Summer ends, leaves start to fall

Into their dens, animals crawl

Awaiting the cold that will befall

I will sit and listen

Winter breaks as snowflakes fall

A blanket of snow that covers all

None will emerge until the thaw

I will sit and listen

Wriggling there amongst the straw

Newborn life begins it all

Rainstorms make the flowers tall

I will sit and listen

Although the season I'd like to stall

To never see the end at all

Is the twilight hours of the cicada call

Where I will sit and listen