Even The Cricket Can Sing
©Copyright 2003 Rodney Dakita Garcia

Hey Nightingale,
Friend of mine,
I haven’t heard you lately
So I tried to do some rhyme
I’ve been digging deeply down my heart
Won‘t you join me in some harmony
And I’ll try to play in time.

Why do I see certain things?
-- Like a cricket on a thicket
In a world all his own.
Could it be
That even I have wings?
It’s nice to hear the nightingale
Singing in the Spring;
But even the Autumn cricket sings!

Hey Life, don’t tell me
You refuse
To lend your raving rhythm
To my blues,
For I intend to play
Come what may,
I’m ready for whatever
Comes my way.

Why do I see certain things?
-- Like a cricket on a thicket
In a world all his own.
Could it be
That even I have wings?
It’s nice to hear the nightingale
Singing in the Spring;
But I’ve discovered many other things
For even the cricket
Yes even the cricket
Oh even the cricket can sing!