🌿 In the still of the pond's dance,
A lily pad finds its own chance.
Floating gently, side to side,
In the waters, where dreams abide.
🌸 Little froges on a spring day,
Singing songs in their own way.
Leaping high, reaching new skies,
Where the sun always shines in their eyes.
🌼 Nature's hymn hums all around,
In each ripple, the sweetest sound.
The lily pad, serene and free,
In the heart of the pond's symphony.