Beneath the silver light of night,
In marshes deep and wide,
The frogs begin their serenade,
Their voices echo, side by side.

With every croak, a story told,
Of rain and sun and earth,
They sing of life in hidden worlds,
Of nature’s gentle birth.

The water ripples with their song,
A melody so pure,
In the tranquil, shadowed marsh,
Their presence feels secure.

As stars align above the reeds,
The frogs continue on,
A chorus in the moonlit night,
Until the break of dawn.