In the twilight’s gentle embrace, they rise,
A dance of life beneath the evening skies.
Crickets serenade with rhythmic chirps,
While fireflies paint the dark with sparks.
Moths flutter softly towards the light,
Their silent whispers fill the night.
Ants march on in ordered lines,
Building empires, one grain at a time.
Beetles crawl on ancient bark,
Their armored shells a silent mark.
Grasshoppers leap from blade to blade,
In fields where moonlight softly fades.
The insects’ world, a hidden song,
In natureâs choir, they all belong.
A symphony beneath the stars,
Where tiny lives leave lasting scars.