PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As we all sit together as one, we sing the same tune. We croak, we dance, and we eat the same flies. We laugh at those who passed through the river, because we knew that lily pads will not last.

Dreams never comes to these pack of frogs. It only takes one to take that leap of faith. As those lily pads continue to ride the current, one decides to take it, while others continue to sing, that same old tune. Croaking,

Laughing at him; Frogs were meant to leap on, but these packs decided to stay in the same community, wouldn’t even dare to leap. This one, however, grew tired of pack and decided to leap on that lily pad. Although they believed that it won’t last

Long with the strong current, this frog continued to ride with it. As it twist and turn, and other frogs croak and laugh because death is around the corner, fear never ceased him for a moment. He sing a different song, with a new tune. As it echoes

From the distance so others can hear. They didn’t know that it could be done. Now you see others taking the leap, and ride their lily pads. Into the horizon, their destiny waits for them. A dream come true at last. The river can lead them into

A better life than here. It takes one to inspire another to test their faith, and leap onto his or her blessing. For those who do will croak differently than any other frog. However, those same frogs, whose still together as one continue to croak. As lily pads float within the river, they never dared to leap, but croaking will not last.