A Cricket's World

The scorching heat plummet upon the smoldering ground Sucking chlorophyll from dehydrated plants Chasing the birds from their monstrous nest Scattering striking hot rays upon shaky rooves. Luscious green grass that once stood tall Lay flat and charred from the torching heat. Amidst the fury of the day I seek refuge In a solitary way pleading to the sun to go away. I walked out in middle of the neighborhood street And gazed at the blazing sky thundering beneath me I eyeballed the sunlit sky with my naked eyes And swirled a cord in a circular motion. Black cloud suddenly rolled through the fiery sky And birds catapulting like mad men all around For one moment I thought the rain would soaked the ground. I stopped swirling and suddenly the sun escaped from under the clouds Spewing hot vengeance from the flaming sky. My body could not endure it and my mind could not stand it So I walked away and resort to the bushes not far away. The traffic was flowing the wind was blowing and I could Feel a sudden calm glowing over me as I lie quietly behind the shadowy trees. I slowly transcend in the cricket world drowning out the noise in this pretentious world. I lie on my bare back and glared at the clear blue sky Over shadowed by trees standing tall over me Chirping sounds, crackling sounds, echoing musical instruments ignited by the crickets sound. Drums, guitar, flute, piano and trumpet Sounded the alarm beyond the valley. Many species of crickets cascading in the bushes obediently surrendering to Mozart symphony. I felt a sudden peace propelled over me connecting me to another world. Mesmerized by its eternal grace, the universe is indeed a sacred place. The sun searched until it found me, forcing its way through the trees and penetrating my face with its strong light. It rests upon me for a while until it slowly fades away Bright orange rays casting long shadows through the bushes I stayed in tuned with the cricket world comforting my tired soul. ©2015 Christine Phillips