They are out all summer long,
They stay unnoticed until your heart desires to hear their cry.
After a while you begin to see we are not much different than the lonely insect.
The constant chatter, vibrant moves— even the thirst for attention.
You are no greater than this teeny cicada.
They started off in the ground,
eventually making their way into the world,
just like us.
They shed their old skins, morph into something great, and spread their wings.
You are morphing.
you are going to have to spread your wings just the same.
So let the beautiful chirp of the Cicada inspire you.