Of Cicadas and Sunlight

When the sun bids farewell and descends behind the hills
after welcoming the dawn and drinking the dew,
It casts a shadow and a tint of gloom
to the spirits so lively at the height of noon,
Why is this light so alluring in its invite?
Oh, I do crave the warmth on my skin
like the cicadas do above in the trees
so lovely among the green!
In the darkest of nights, I am reminded
How healing is the light.

--Bernadete vdw, '25