Oh the irony of nature's song As cicadas emerge after so long. Their arrival brings challenges anew Not just for trees but me and you. Feeding on sap weakening branches dear Leaving trees unstable a cause fear. Compacting soil around roots they dwell Making it hard to drink swell. Crops suffer too from cicada's bite Reducing yields causing farmers plight. Extra time resources must be spent Protecting produce this insect's torment. Property stained with excrement untamed A costly mess that cannot reclaimed. Slippery sidewalks exoskeletons shed Creating hazards where people tread. The noise make deafening sound Reaching levels can harm all around. Annoyance discomfort in their wake Forcing us endure without break. Yet researchers strive find way To lessen impact stay. Insecticides targeted do no harm Plants less appealing keep them calm. Awareness campaigns educate all On how cope when call. For is clear see In both beauty calamity. dance restlessness symbol change disrupt usual range. song reminder power mysterious force we cower. This complex cycle an anapestic rhyme between nature hands time. We adapt learn coexist With these creatures has kissed. And watch as dance concrete poetry visual trance. ever-changing tide marvel at mysteries hide.