Welcome to the tranquil world of pond poetry, where every ripple tells a tale. Let your imagination drift alongside the lilypads and embrace the art of frog-inspired verse!
Upon a lilypad I sit,
Croaking to the moonlit glow.
The night is young, the stars befit,
A serenade in waters low.
Ripples dance in tune with breeze,
Crickets join the nightly choir.
In this pond, my heart finds ease,
A froggy's dream, my one desire.
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