*A violin plays for the wind,
up goes the bow strumming the strings.
A symphony orchestra concert
from nature is created,
such skill and gifted are the crickets.
A beautiful sound that comes from
a tiny insect the color of green grass.
Don't be fooled by it's beautiful song,
for they are known to eat crops
and leave damages like no other creater.
They are famous for causing
plague in the Bible,
and grain fields to disappear
in a night.
Be ware of the violins at night,
such beauty can bring fright.
The crickets love the night.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
*A violin plays for the wind,
up goes the bow strumming the strings.
A symphony orchestra concert
from nature is created,
such skill and gifted are the crickets.
A beautiful sound that comes from
a tiny insect the color of green grass.
Don't be fooled by it's beautiful song,
for they are known to eat crops
and leave damages like no other creater.
They are famous for causing
plague in the Bible,
and grain fields to disappear
in a night.
Be ware of the violins at night,
such beauty can bring fright.
The crickets love the night.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
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