In the gentle glow of twilight’s embrace,
The symphony of frogs begins its song,
Their voices ripple through the quiet space,
In harmony where night and dreams belong.

Beneath the lily pads, their shadows dance,
In rhythmic leaps that stir the silver light,
A chorus of nature, a timeless trance,
Awakening the magic of the night.

Listen to the whispers of the water’s edge,
Where ancient secrets in their echoes lie,
Each croak a promise, each note a pledge,
Of life renewed beneath the starlit sky.

In tender nights when the world feels still,
Frogs weave their tales in the evening mist,
A reminder of beauty, pure and tranquil,
In the simple moments that quietly exist.