Beneath the canopy, where shadows dance,
The insects hum in a timeless trance.
Tiny beings with wings so light,
Fluttering softly through the night.

The crickets sing their evening song,
A melody that lingers long.
Fireflies paint the dusky air,
With sparks of light beyond compare.

Ants march in a disciplined line,
Their unity a sight divine.
Spiders weave their webs with care,
Creating art beyond compare.

In the meadow, bees buzz by,
Gathering nectar from blooms nearby.
Each insect plays a crucial role,
In nature’s grand, intricate scroll.