Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
A symphony of wings takes flight,
Tiny dancers in the night,
Weaving tales only stars know.

Crickets sing their rhythmic tune,
A lullaby for the sleeping trees,
While fireflies paint the dark with ease,
Guiding dreams under the silver moon.

Ants march with purpose unseen,
Building empires in the soil,
A testament to patient toil,
In the realm of the evergreen.

Insects, whispers of the earth,
Keepers of nature’s hidden lore,
Their world a silent, vibrant core,
Celebrating life’s endless rebirth.