In the quiet night, when stars adorn the sky,
A tiny creature emerges, catching my eye.
With a symphony of chirps, a melodic refrain,
The cricket sings its song, in nature's sweet domain.
The proud jangkrik, a warrior in the night,
A symbol of resilience, a courageous sprite.
His wings like delicate leaves, shimmering in flight,
He dances with the wind, embracing moon's light.
His song resonates, a nocturnal serenade,
Echoing through the fields and forest glade.