In the hush of dusk, a chorus starts,
Frogs call out with ancient hearts.
In marsh and pond, their voices rise,
Serenading the night beneath darkened skies.

Lily pads float, a stage so green,
Where frogs perform, unseen, serene.
Each croak a note in nature’s song,
Echoing through the night, clear and strong.

Moonlight glimmers on still waters,
As frogs sing tales to their sons and daughters.
A symphony played by nature’s own,
In twilight’s embrace, their voices grown.

The night wraps them in its velvet fold,
Their songs of love and tales of old.
Until the dawn breaks with light so bright,
Frogs sing on, through the heart of night.