What Cicadas Mean To Me
Cicadas are a pretty bug
They live under the ground
Every seventeen years they come
Up from where they are found
They go up in the trees to mate
They make a funny sound
God made the Cicadas too
Thats nature balanced and bound
They land upon my shoulder
I take them by their wings
I talk to them and say hello
It's like they really know
What I am saying is so true
I feel so bad and it's so sad
To see what Cicadas do
After they mate they die
Yes that is so sad
But their babys go under ground
Untill another seventeen years
Then the cycle goes around
Copyright © Jacqueline Shor | Year Posted 2008
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