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Stop and listen to the midnight serenade.
Listen to the beautiful trilling melody. People associate frogs with ugliness. He is as ugly as a frog. She has a frog in her throat. They are considered The epitome of ugliness, But nothing is further from the truth. Even frogs have beauty. It is a beauty all their own, The beauty of the natural world To which they contribute. How many take the time to listen To their voices trilling in unison Like a symphony of nature? Their song is a soothing lullaby, A gentle trill outside my bedroom window, A calming lullaby sung by those Whose beauty is overlooked. They sing to the heart of the listener. Come be at peace with the world and the night. Let cares of the day drift away in slumber. Tomorrow is another day to live and love Life and the beauty of everything living. Celebrate living under the sun And in the evening they return To sing to the heart of a listener The serenade of the frogs.
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