In the hush of the night, beneath the weeping willow,Frogs gather round in the stillness shallow.The moon casts its glow upon their emerald skin,An orchestra begins where silence had been.Gentle croaks echo through the cool midnight air,Harmony woven with the cricket’s snare.A concert of nature, untouched by time’s hand,Unfolds in the shadows of this tranquil land.Leaping from lily to lily, with grace they play,In a dance so ancient, they sway and sway.Water ripples with every soft, gentle jump,A ballet of life, in the pond’s green clump.Their voices rise and fall in melodic embrace,Filling the night with a song of simple grace.In this world of wonder, beneath the starlit dome,The frogs sing their lullaby, in the place they call home.