Ballad of the Burly Toads In the heart of the shadowed wood,Where ancient oaks have long stood,Dwell the toads, both stout and wise,Guardians under the starlit skies.With warty skins, like armored knights,They roam the woods in the moon’s soft lights.A chorus deep, they proudly sing,In the night, their voices ring.Toads, the keepers of secrets old,In…
Green Crooner of the Creek In a tranquil creek, where whispers speak,A green crooner, his song unique.Amidst lily pads, he finds his stage,Under moon’s glow, he comes of age.With a voice so bold, in the quiet night,He sings of stars and soft moonlight.Each note he croons, a ripple makes,In the serene creek, where the water…
In a world where whispers of leaves tell tales,A little frog embarked on trails.Through Spring’s embrace, vibrant and new,Where flowers danced and the grasses grew.Summer came with a golden glow,Warm breezes taught the streams to flow.The frog leaped high under sun’s bright eye,Chasing dragonflies across the sky.Autumn whispered with a russet tone,Leaves twirled in dance,…
In the golden reeds, where whispers weave,A lone frog leaps at the close of day.Emerald hues beneath an amber eve,Where shadows dance and water sprites play.Through lily pads and ripples round,It hops with a heart so free,Chasing sunsets, where dreams are found,In the twilight’s melody.Each leap a tale of hope and cheer,In the realm where…
Whispers dance, breeze’s play,Frog croaks tales, emerald sway.Glistening eyes catch the light,Reflecting dreams, secrets of night.Dragonfly, wings ablaze,Glides on waters, living haze.Iridescent ballet, grace,Hovers above, serene embrace.”O wise frog,” dragonfly hums,”Share moonlit wisdom that comes.”Frog speaks, voice deep and grand,Of time’s flow, love’s hand.”See ripples spread wide,From a leap in pond’s tide.Each action in life’s…
Heart of emerald marsh, lily pads float,Dragonflies race, moon’s silvery coat.Realm alive, croaking crescendo,Night’s symphony, frogs’ innuendo.Frogs leap and serenade twilight’s call,Ribbit notes, jumps a ballet all.Emerald princes, crowns of dew,Conducting chorus in night’s deep blue.Songs tell tales of wetland lore,Rains, rivers, legends of yore.Waterlogged kingdom, reeds sway,Frogs croon ballads as day fades away.Chorus of…
In the glistening dawn of the waking wetlands,A solitary frog in anticipation stands.With a sky so heavy, it promises to grantThe rhythmic wishes of the frog’s rain dance.He hops and leaps in an emerald trance,Circles rippling where his feet chance.Each movement a plea to the skies above,For a downpour of life, of drops filled with…
A frog unique and terse,Bound to pages, crisp and old,In a tale that’s often told.Never leaped in ponds or streams,Only in the poets’ dreams,Hopping through stanzas, line by line,In a world that’s purely thine.Rain has never kissed its skin,Nor has the morning dew soaked in,Yet it croaks in rhythmic tones,Echoing through the paper zones.A creature…
