In the heart of the meadow, where silence sings,
Dance the insects with delicate wings.
A ballet in the twilight’s gentle embrace,
Their movements paint the evening’s grace.

Fireflies flicker, a symphony of light,
Turning darkness into a magical night.
Their glow tells tales of ancient lore,
Illuminating dreams forevermore.

Crickets strum their timeless tune,
Serenading the rising moon.
Each note a whisper, soft and clear,
Echoing through the night, sincere.

Beetles scuttle on hidden paths,
Beneath the stars, escaping wrath.
In their world, so small and grand,
Lies a universe, vast and unplanned.