The sleepy cicada sings a love song

He sings to the Sun

He sings to the Moon

He sings to the trees and the flowers in bloom.

 

So very deep down in the earth 

For years and years 

he quietly sleeps

Then out of his shell he stretches his wings

 

Patient cicada hiding in the tree

Sing as I wake

Sing as I play

Humming your sweet tune on this long summer day