clings to a branch then emerges to fly and sing.
Words to walk with:
From Fire in the Heavens by Christopher Brennan
"Behind the veil of burning silence bound,
vast life's innumerous busy littleness
is hush'd in vague-conjectured blur of sound
that dulls the brain with slumbrous weight, unless
some dazzling puncture let the stridence throng
in the cicada's torture-point of song."