The Chorus of the Trees

The cicadas are coming out of hiding, getting ready to start their next 17-year life cycle. In the hot days of early summer, they serenade us with their intense mating call. I guess they'll be joined by more and more of their brothers in the coming weeks.

The tree peepers have already been in song, ever since the days and evenings first got warm. Some friends have an on-going discussion if they're frogs or bugs, then another friend called them peepers, and of course that's what they are. I refuse to Google it! (I did Google the "periodical cicadas".)

For me, it's the chorus of the world around us. In the foothills of the Himalayas in the early summer, the cicadas sing in the treetops in anticipation of monsoon's imminent arrival. The volume crescendos till the first drops of rain, then they are quiet until next summer.

We all have parts in the song. We people just sing along the harmony. Together we make a beautiful symphony.

as interpreted by Sesame Street