In the quiet of the night, where shadows dance,
Beneath the silver moon’s soft, gentle trance,
A chorus rises from the marshy ground,
The frogs’ sweet melodies, a soothing sound.

Their voices echo through the still, cool air,
A symphony of nature, rich and rare.
Each croak and ribbit tells a tale untold,
Of ancient waters and secrets old.

Among the reeds, their hidden lives unfold,
With every leap, a story to be told.
Their emerald skin, with eyes so bright,
Reflects the beauty of the starry night.

So let us cherish these small, humble bards,
Whose songs of life break through the night’s guards.
For in their chorus, we find a peace,
A moment’s solace, where worries cease.