Little green frogs 

on the lily pads hop

bathing in the sun 

without a worry in their heads.

Splish splash splosh—

the sound ripples on the clear blue water 

as the frogs engulf themselves 

in bliss.

Little black eyes 

atop flat heads blink

in the sun that glimmers 

off the crystalline water.

The frogs don’t have problems. 

They don’t have a plan to their day

or a reputation to keep. 

They befriend the fish

welcome the salamanders

and never judge a soul.

I wish I could join the frogs

in their lighthearted world

but here I gaze onto the pond

and know that I can dance 

with them only in my dreams.