Cicadas


The front yard of my house in Tyler
There stands twenty three, long needle pines
 A insect emerges from the ground
And crawls up a tree in a straight line

When growing up we called them locust
But Cicada is the proper name
Straight from the ground they are like big grubs
These nymphs transform and don’t stay the same

Climb up the tree from two to eight feet
Their skin hardens, they push with all might
Their back eventually splits open 
They emerge, dry their wings and take flight

This can all happen while you’re asleep
But you can see all their husks on the trees
You know they’re there from the noise they make
The males all seeking females to please
 
Most of their life is spent in the ground
When they take wing they live to just mate
As nymphs they suck sap from the tree roots
Mating done, eggs laid, death is their fate

The eggs will hatch from the twigs and leaves
Then before long they fall to the ground
 They’ll dig on down, attach to tree roots
Their life cycle keeps going around

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