A Journey of Frogs
By the cool pond, where lily pads float,
Frogs gather nightly, to sing and to gloat.
Their croaks a chorus, under the moon's light,
Sharing tales of the day, until first sight. 🌙
By the cool pond, where lily pads float,
Frogs gather nightly, to sing and to gloat.
Their croaks a chorus, under the moon's light,
Sharing tales of the day, until first sight. 🌙
With a joyous bound, from the bank to the sky,
Frogs leap with freedom, as if they could fly.
Their journey blessed by the rustling leaves,
In every jump, a dance, life weaves. 🍃