Summary

The website content reflects on the symbolic significance of cicadas, their songs, and their role in human and natural worlds, illustrating themes of nature, creation, and freedom.

Abstract

"Symphonies of the Cicadas" is a narrative that weaves together the lives of young hunters, a minstrel, a poet, a young mother, an old sage, and a young boy, all touched by the presence and songs of cicadas. The cicadas' melodies are depicted as a natural symphony that resonates with the rhythms of life, inspiring creativity, sustenance, and introspection. The story highlights the interconnectedness of life forms, the beauty of nature's cycles, and the importance of freedom, as exemplified by the young boy's realization that even captive cicadas deserve liberation.

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The author appears to hold cicadas in high regard, viewing their song as a "symphony of nature" and a source of joy and inspiration.
There is a reverence for the cycle of life and nature's processes, as evidenced by the young mother using roasted cicadas as sustenance for her family.
The old sage's attentiveness to the sounds of the night suggests a deep philosophical appreciation for the auditory experience of the natural world, despite his blindness.
The repeated emphasis on the cicadas' song as a "symphony" implies a belief in the intrinsic value of all life, including insects, and their contribution to the world's beauty.
The act of the young boy freeing his pet cicadas conveys an opinion that freedom is a fundamental right, and that humans have a moral responsibility to respect and preserve the freedom of other living beings.

Symphonies of the Cicadas

The song of nature and joy of creation

The young hunters walked stealthily between the tall grass,

With their muddy moccasins, they trod in the damp soil,

The moon was a silver orb in the star-sprinkled dark sky,

Hunting and collecting were part of their daily toil.

The cicadas sang their love songs in the breeze,

Which melodiously sailed through forest trees.

With bows, arrows, and long-spears drawn,

The young warriors moved soundlessly,

Hunting wild bison from dusk till dawn.

The young boy watched his pet cicadas,

in the glass bottle, flit, fly and float about,

It was only at night when all was quiet and dark,

That he would free them to sing and fly about.

The symphony of cicadas sang in unison,

The song of nature and joy of creation.

The harmony in life must always be,

A symphony of cicadas singing wild and free.

The minstrel in China listened intently to the sound,

As the brown falling leaves touched the ground.

Those were not the sounds he wanted to hear,

But the sounds of the symphonies of cicadas in his ear.

The poet picked up his quill to write,

About the wonders of Mother Earth,

And about the Cicadas the symbols of rebirth.

The male cicada in his lonely gilded cage,

Sang his heartfelt song of nature’s praise.

The young mother in the woods,

Collected the dead cicadas from the soil,

She went back home and roasted them,

For her hungry and helpless brood,

It was a good source of nutrition and food.

The old sage blind of sight,

Sat in his dark lonely cave at night,

He listened to the insects in the night,

He heard the call of the hooting owl,

He heard the distinct sound of a tiger’s growl,

He blindly looked into the darkness to see,

The vision of his freedom and destiny,

The moment when his soul would

Like a trapped cicada break free.

The young boy looked at his captive cicadas,

Which lay lifeless among the dead flowers,

In the large white bottle, empty and wide,

They looked like they were dying inside,

He felt saddened at their fate,

And hoped that he was not too late.

At that instant, the young boy knew,

That their freedom was important too.

He opened the glass lid to break them free,

Watching them fly to freedom towards a tree.

The symphony of cicadas sang in unison,

The song of nature and joy of creation.

The harmony in life must always be,

A symphony of cicadas singing wild and free.