The Frog Chorus ft Burbling Brook
Today the babble of the little stream
As it flows past the golden beach
Is both a greeting and a fond "adieu".
She is always going somewhere and still,
Inside her something pulls her heart downstream.
Today the birds are fighting,
Loudly for their own
Like teenage
Boys, all bluster
And no substance. "This
Tree is mine and she is the greatest!"
Or perhaps they are noisy weathermen
Loud newscasters of the obvious
"The sun came up! The
Sun is up!"
Today the frogs
Are humming in their
Temporary lonliness "Is anyone
There?" "Is anyone there who will love
Me?" "Just for the night." "Just for the night."
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