the painted frogs

The frogs

On the lotus leaves

Staring at the land

Something smells good

The rain falling

The droplets splashing on the pond

The dancing droplets so bewitching

The frogs look with eyes open

The land smells good

The green grass waving

With the rain whirring on

The frogs going to jump

The wind pushes the frogs

Lift up the lotus leaves

The frogs jump high in the air

Across the pond to the land

There is no ceremony

There is the dead sound

The frogs look at it

But it smells good