In emerald leaves where secrets hide,
A rainforest frog begins to slide,
With jeweled skin and eyes so soft,
Down the leaves of his lofty croft.
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With little fluttering wings they dance on the breeze,
In a cheerful little waltz they cling to the wind at ease.
Under tree and over sparkling water they play where they please,
And delight themselves in simple pleasures and tiny glees.
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My hair I put up behind my head with my hands,
I look over the gym floor to the director, the instruments in the stands.
I will do my best to float to the tune of the band.
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Hi! I am Emma Mcullough. I live in Tioga, North Dakota, and in my spare time I've been getting into poetry. I think poetry, if is written well, can help everyone. I hope you enjoy my poems!)
The Happy Frog
In emerald leaves where secrets hide,
A rainforest frog begins to slide,
With jeweled skin and eyes so soft,
Down the leaves of his lofty croft.
Amidst the trees, a ribbetting song,
A melody both sweet and strong,
It leaps through shadows, from branch to tree
Never knowing, never caring, always free.
In the bath of rain-made mud,
He has no care for strife nor blood,
A fragile miracle, alive and glad,
Unknowingly innocent of things so bad.
Oh, humble frog of lush, green grace,
Your beauty blooms in this wild place,
A testament to nature's art—
A tiny wonder with a tiny heart.