Tuesday, March 10, 2015

little frog

the little frog said to the tall, proud oak
when will i grow strong and stretch
my arms out, just like you
the tall oak said, gently bending to the wind,
you are noble as you are
doubt not the strength that lies within.

the little frog asked the twinkling current of the stream
when will i be fast and shape
my own path, just like you
the bright stream replied, quietly flowing around the tree,
you are exceptional as you are
doubt not the light you cannot see.

the little frog spoke to the swirling, singing wind  
when will i rise up and find
my brave voice, just like you
the smiling sky answered, rustling leaf and rippling water,
you are, even now, invincible
doubt not your delicate heart.

~

RNH