Read "The Cricket Sang" by Emily Dickinson.
The cricket sang, And set the sun,
And workmen finished, one by one,
Their daily toil, and hastened home,
To rest their weary limbs and roam.
The evening sky turned shades of gold,
As nature's beauty did unfold.
The cricket's song echoed through the air,
A melody that declared summer's fare.
A simple tune, sweet and clear,
A testament to the passing year.
The sun descended, casting hues of red,
As darkness slowly spread its thread.
The world grew quiet, the night drew near,
And still the cricket's song rang clear.
In meadows green, where flowers bloomed,
The cricket's song filled the gloom.
A lullaby for weary souls,
As twilight's whispers took its tolls.
The moon emerged, a silver glow,
And stars began their nightly show.
But still the cricket sang its tune,
A constant force beneath the moon.
Its song a comfort, a gentle guide,
Through the stillness of the night it tried,
To carry hope on whispered breath,
And soothe the souls lost in life's depths.
For in its song, there lay a power,
To bring peace in the darkest hour.
And as the cricket's melody grew,
Hopes and dreams, anew they flew.
So let the cricket sing its song,
A reminder that we all belong.
In nature's symphony, we find our place,
And in its rhythms, we find solace.
In 1-2 sentences, explain how figurative language such as use of metaphor and simile can help a reader create meaning.
(2 points)