A pond of frogs telling me
Their story loud with enthusiasim
And in the distance rolling thunder
Loudly speaking of its story
They, blended, seeking release
To the god they know
As I listen for my god to be heard by me
my story of hopeful redemption
And like thunderous frogs
I too have a need to be heard
Even when no one listens
Or knows I'm speaking
Or maybe even cares
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem