cicada songstress singes in the eaves
alone, a sad sigh she heaves.
stones break the reflective surface of a pond,
a kaleidoscope, the last marvel of summer.
the bright sun\'s valiant shine now lost,
the atmosphere hinting winter frost.
golden summer slips away,
now those glories are a past day.
cicada songstress, feeble and sad.
chirping farewells, goodbyes to be had.
within those sunsetting summer leaves,
cicada songstress, under the sun a sigh heaves.