Little Frog

In a land of lily pads and shimmering streams,

Lived a tiny frog, the stuff of dreams.

With emerald skin and eyes so bright,

He hopped and leaped with sheer delight.

In the morning mist, he'd greet the sun,

His croaky chorus, a joyful one.

With every leap, he'd reach for the sky,

A little frog with dreams that could fly.

He hopped from lily pad to lily pad,

A nimble dancer, never feeling sad.

His legs so springy, his spirit so free,

He enchanted all who dared to see.

Through marshy marshes and reedy shores,

He'd explore and hop, forever outdoors.

In the moonlit nights, he'd sing his tune,

A serenade beneath the silver moon.

With each passing season, he grew,

From a tadpole small to a frog that knew,

The secrets of nature, the wonders untold,

In his tiny world, a story of gold.

He'd watch the dragonflies dance in the air,

And share a lily pad with a turtle pair.

In his humble pond, a kingdom so grand,

He was the prince of this magical land.

Oh, little frog, with your heart so pure,

You taught us lessons that will endure.

To embrace the simple joys that life brings,

And leap with faith on hope's golden wings.

So, when you spot a little frog on your way,

Take a moment to pause, appreciate, and say,

"Thank you, little frog, for reminding me,

That life's beauty is found in moments of glee."