There are frogs singing tonight!!! They seem to have come out of the ground, soggy, and wet, throaty and guttural, loud and proud, these frogs that live on our land. Sing your songs dear frogs, and tell me true, how does it feel to be out of winter blue? I see the daffodils, lifting their heads, on green stems they cling and sing, out to the sun, the fire in our hearts, reminds us to press on, press on. Like the frogs, coming out of the ground, we too, shall move on, sometimes soggy and wet, but hopeful, with a song in our hearts.
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