Poem (Cicadas Call)

Here is my latest poem, a sonnet. It was inspired by the sound of cicadas in the summer.

Cicadas Call

In days of hot summer cicadas call,

Announcing their presence with constant sound.

They have now awakened and impress all

With their vibrations across sky and ground.

How can such sound come from creatures so small?

How far and wide will their loud call surround?

Their call will only last until they fall,

And after they will no longer be found.

For years they just sleep under roots and rain,

Then they climb up trees towards sky and sun.

They wake from their sleep to share their refrain.

Weeks after they emerge, their work is done.

Although cicada calls fail to remain,

Their summer stay is forgotten by none.