Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,
The cricket sings its song of night.
A melody so sweet and clear,
It brings the stars just that much near.

In the quiet, peaceful glade,
The cricket’s tune begins to fade.
Yet in the silence, echoes stay,
Whispering secrets far away.

Among the blades of dewy grass,
The cricket’s symphony will pass.
Each note a tale of ancient lore,
Of nights and dreams from days of yore.

So listen close, and you will find,
The cricket’s song within your mind.
A gentle guide through darkened hours,
To morning’s light and blooming flowers.