Froggy loves springtime when his pond becomes alive with darting fish and lily pads and forest sounds that make him glad.
Froggy pushes his little nose into the sweet air smelling the flowers and grass.
Oh, how the springs soft rain drum and tap on the newly growing leaves.
The night is still beneath the silver full moon. Froggy hears the occasional ribbit, croak of his neighbors.
The warm sun soaks Froggy’s speckled skin. He leaps and splashes and dives into the pond.
Froggy says, “Spring is the season for me” as he disappears into the crystal-clear water with dragonflies and moths as the Froggy king.
Georgia
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