Emerald realms, lilies float,Wild whispers gently gloat.Jesters green, croaky note,Frogs in their anecdote.Moon’s sheen, pads serene,Leaping, landing, unseen.Splashing words ripple clear,Night’s whispers they endear.Bulging eyes, orbs of glass,Watching world quietly pass.Singing rains, spring they bring,Chorus under night’s wing.Princes of the pond’s domain,Crowned by reeds in summer’s reign.Every hop, story bold,Nature’s cycles, brave and told.Ode to…
Beneath shadows, a frog’s day starts,Emerald green with golden spots.Leaping from stone to reed,Chasing insects for his feed.Water’s surface mirrors clear,Reflects a face without fear.Crickets’ chorus, nightly song,Wetland home where he belongs.Rain kisses his bumpy hide,Watching the world waterside.Dragonflies dance in the air,Frog observes with steady stare.Guardian of marshland lore,Secrets and tales galore.Sunset glow, heart…
In a pond, not far from the bog,Lived a little, jolly green frog.With eyes so round and skin so sleek,He’d leap and play, hide and seek.By day, he’d bask on a lily pad,Dreaming of adventures to be had.By night, he’d sing a serenade,To the moon, his heart displayed.Raindrops would dance upon his back,As he’d hop…
