In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,Amidst the reeds and waters so still,The frogs gather in nature’s secret place,Singing harmonies that the night will fill.Underneath the gentle silver glow,They leap and dance with graceful ease,Their chorus echoes in the fields below,A melody carried by the soft night breeze.Each croak a story of ancient lore,Of rain-kissed leaves and sunlit streams,They weave their tales on the tranquil shore,In a world where time softly dreams.As stars twinkle above the shadowed land,The frogs’ song lingers in the air,A reminder of life’s gentle hand,In the twilight, a moment rare.