A Frogs Night Light

A croak, a leap, a jump for glory.

Through the gloom and overgrowth, there’s a story.

The brush of the leaves,

The light of the moon,

Through the night you pounce with the feeling of happiness.

I see the lush grass, flailing in the midnight breeze.

The birds chirp in the canopy of trees, where mice scurry for survival in the freezing night.

Fluorescent flowers bloom in the brume.

Intricate patterns are carved on sacred soil and snakes coil around their younglings.

The feeling of gentleness,

the glow of destiny.

We have arrived at a night light story.

A pounce, a drop, the hope of glory.

Through the night we sail, gracefully on a frog’s journey through the world’s paradise.

A new generation is facing the challenges of mournfulness.