Whispers in the Pond
Beneath the lily pads, a quiet place,
Frogs gather 'round, a hushed embrace.
The moonlight dances on water's skin,
While froggies sing from deep within.
A chorus soft, a gentle croon,
Serenades the silver moon.
The notes they play, a froggy tune,
To herald the coming of monsoon.
Leap with joy, and join the choir,
In tones that never tire.
For in the pond, the froges sing,
A symphony of spring. 💚