In the deep darkness of the night,
A green frog rests on his mighty watch.
A branch his throne, a stage small,
With its shining eyes, as bright as shine.
In the whisper of the wind, a soft song,
The frog listens, his heart full of longing long.
He breathes in the scents of the forest,
A symphony of life, a whispering bobbin.
On its branch, an oasis of peace,
A world so green, where life lulls.
Among leaves, an endless carpet,
Where the frog dances in the dark ages.
So in place, in the night glow,
A green frog, full of life.
On a black background, a beautiful spectacle,
A symbol of life, so green and so quick.
Its skin shines moist, an emerald in the night,
The frog watches over the forest with silent strength.
His eyes twinkle like stars so bright,
In the darkness he feels wonderfully true.
Every leap, every movement, a poem,
In the night forest, shrouded in moonlight.
A harmonious echo, a rhythm of time,
The frog in his kingdom, prepared for eternity.
Thus he remains there, in his green majesty,
A guardian of the forest, ever devoted.
In the deep darkness of the night,
A green frog, on his mighty watch.O green and so swift.
It all started with a4 paper and HB pencils. As a child I was often impressed by how beautiful the world around me was. The urge to capture this beautiful world, and to show the people around me what I saw, was actually there from the beginning. If.. Read more…