Upon a Lily Pad Dream
Beneath the moon’s soft silvery embrace,
The froge doth serenade the night’s repose;
In gentle ripples, whispers interlace,
As lily blossoms sway, the pond bestows.
The humble croak, an ode to tranquil peace,
From verdant cushions 'neath the moonlit sky;
Each leap from pad to pad shall never cease,
A dance of joy, while constellations sigh.