Ode to Frogs

In the quiet pond, a song begins,
A symphony of croaks and splashes,
Frogs leap and dive, their joy akin
To dancers on nature's stage.

Emerald eyes blink in watery delight,
Under the moon’s gentle glow,
Each ribbit echoes into the night,
Where do all these joyous froges go?

On lily pads they rest as kings,
In kingdoms of green and gold,
Reigning with the strength of tiny winds,
Their stories, by us, yet to be told.

Oh, froges of the tranquil pond,
Your mirth is a gift we hold dear,
With every leap, you dream beyond,
Whispering secrets for all to hear.