As the day winds down
The cicada gets prepared to sing its last song
A final goodbye to the world around it
Singing to its hearts content for whoever will listen
Not to return again for another 7 years
Now this may feel like an eternity
To the common folk awaiting its re-arrival
But rest assured the cicada's time will triumph soon again
All I know is for now
I hear the beautiful swelling of the bug populated choir
And I feel everything will be alright
And rest assured to those who are eager for the cicadas return
Just remember this
No love, regardless of how brief it may be, is a waste of time
The wait for the next may feel like an eternity
But just know everything will be alright
Maybe everything will be alright
I don't think everything will be alright
Only time will tell
But until then.