In the stillness of the night, where shadows dance,
Frogs sing their symphony, a moonlit romance.
Their voices rise in chorus, a nature’s delight,
A serenade for dreamers, through the twilight.

By the water’s edge, where lilies bloom,
Their melodies echo, piercing the gloom.
Each croak, a note, in perfect harmony,
Weaving tales of the wild, a timeless symphony.

Beneath the stars, in the cool, crisp air,
Frogs share their stories, without a care.
Their songs a reminder of life’s simple grace,
In the heart of the wild, a sacred space.

So let us listen, and let our hearts be still,
For in the frogs’ chorus, there’s a magic to feel.
A world of wonder, where nature’s voice is clear,
In the symphony of frogs, let us draw near.