In the hush of twilight’s gentle descent,
Tiny wings whisper secrets of the breeze.
Crickets strum their legs in a soft lament,
As fireflies dance with elegant ease.

Beneath the leaves, ants march in silent rows,
Weaving tales of labor, strength, and might.
In hidden corners, the spider’s web glows,
A testament to patience in the night.

Butterflies flutter like fleeting dreams,
Painted wings a canvas of the skies.
Their journey, a poem in vibrant schemes,
A fleeting glimpse of beauty as it flies.

The cicada’s song, a haunting refrain,
Echoes through the forest, clear and strong.
In the chorus of life, insects sustain,
Nature’s symphony, a timeless song.