I stare into the garden pond, wondering
On the theory of evolution
And how it applies to frogs
Why their life changes, so quickly
From little jelly blobs
To tiny fishes
To four legged amphibians
I wonder
Why they feel the need
To leave the safety of their pond
To venture, far away
Into the unknown world
Onto the concrete roads
To meet the death of frogs
Paula, it is a beautiful poem, full of wonder and nature itself, I love frogs and I just saw a tiny one as I stepped outside :) Thank you for this wonderful poem. Kasia
Great poem, they are like teenagers leaving the nest, no idea what awaits them.
I love the whimsical, light tone of this poem, which asks one of the most serious of questions.
excellent poem Paula. The question why do they leave their pond, why do we leave our pond sometimes. ? thinking about that
Unique & thought provoking. I need to study my pond more closely :)
well versed, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paula, You missed the point - - - It is little boys like me, that grabbed them out of that security!