Magic of the Meadow

With the Sun, bees buzz
From poppies to tulips.
Butterflies fly
From daisies to roses.

Ants march in straight lines,
Grasshoppers hop around.
Dragonflies glide in the air,
And earthworms burrow into the ground.

Under the Moon, moths chase light,
Drawn towards its warmth,
Fireflies, like stardust,
Illuminate the grass.

Cicadas call out for one another,
Performing a symphony.
Crickets join in with their chirp,
Adding a gentle melody.

Lying in the grass,
You take in the sounds,
The sights, the lights,
The magic of the meadow.