Amidst the gentle ripples of the night,
Where lily pads float in moon’s embrace,
A chorus of frogs begins their flight,
Singing to stars in a timeless space.

In the cool embrace of evening’s breath,
Their voices rise, a symphony untold,
Each note a dance between life and death,
Stories of old in melodies bold.

Green sentinels of the water’s edge,
Guardians of secrets the night imparts,
With each croak, they renew their pledge,
To nature’s rhythm, with open hearts.

Beneath the sky, their concert grows,
A lullaby to the world asleep,
In every echo, the mystery flows,
As dreams through the darkness softly seep.