In the heart of the shimmering green,
Where shadows dance and secrets convene,
Frogs sing their timeless, ancient tune,
Beneath the watchful eye of the moon.
On lily pads they gently sway,
Guardians of night and break of day,
With croaks that echo through the mist,
Nature’s symphony, a gentle twist.
Their eyes like lanterns softly glow,
In the marsh where mysteries flow,
Leaping through the silver stream,
Carrying dreams on a rippling beam.
When dawn unfolds its golden grace,
The frogs retreat to a hidden place,
Yet in their absence, still they sing,
The marshland’s heart, forever spring.