Seventeen Years Later
The symphony of amorous cicadas
Resonates
In the woods around my home
Life so lively but transient
Roam the open sky for a moment
To seek out and mate
Romancing on the trees and grasses
And then the grand finale
Everywhere,
I see them gasping for breath
Or dead and gone
So, the goal of life
For them
For me and you
What is it?
Passing the genes to the next generation
Like a baton in a relay race
If I fail
Does not matter
As there are millions like me any way
To pass the message
Then the messenger dies
((*.*))
June 2, 2004
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