Under the moonlit sky so bright,
The cricket sings its song of night.
With wings that chirp a melody,
It weaves a tale of serenity.

In the stillness, whispers clear,
The cricket’s song is all we hear.
A gentle hum fills the air,
Nature’s lullaby, beyond compare.

Each note it plays with tender grace,
Echoes through the quiet space.
A ballad of the evening’s peace,
Where all the day’s troubles cease.

So listen close and you will find,
The cricket’s song, a soothing bind.
A symphony of night so sweet,
In every chirp, our hearts it meets.