The last cicada sings
Into the crisp fall air
A final call of
Fall’s end, winter’s era
Leaves cling
To branches high
Not one wants
To release and die
A father dreams
Of his son’s flight
But silence returns
From this season’s night
[Chorus]
Seasons change
Seasons go
Season remain
Ever so slow
Summer leaves
To find its fall
The stillness breaks
Upon us all
The last cicada sings
The final tear falls
We are cold
We are so small
A baby cries
Her first breath of life
Mother’s arms are gone
An women will live in strife
[Chorus]
Sometimes we must burrow
Deep into the earth
Waiting there, searching
For the matter of our birth
Remembering when we can
That as this begins
We can return as
The last cicada sings
[Chorus]
The last cicada sings
Into the crisp fall air
A final call of
Fall’s end, winter’s era
Leaves cling
To branches high
Not one wants
To release and die
NOTE: in the depths of a hike in SC, i heard a lone cicada. while only weeks before i had heard the deafening noise of their community screaming, only one remained. the words above come from that last cicada's song.