I am the cicada

I come in the summer

I live like a guest

I roam the country.

I am an artist

I don’t bother with time

I sing all day

and sleep in the trees.

I am a lazy cicada

I like gossip

I hate to toil

And to harvest.

Seasons went on

And days passed

He returned from neglect

Searching for food.

I am the cheated cicada

Living on dreams

And in winter

I search for food.