Today, as we ventured on a pondering stroll, our intrigued gaze landed upon the lone Oak tree. As we were astounded by its beauty and solace, we were transfixed by the bark of Quercus Robur . It made us reflect ‘what is life, but a shooting star in the dark, cold night?’. This made us query ‘do tree frogs really live in such trees?’ We then searched for hours but failed on our mission.
As we returned home, Jackie fell to the rustic wooden table and cried ‘Oh oak tree, what we have we done to you?’. Moss comforted Jackie with a kind song she had written about poor tree frogs that had died as a result to their tree becoming our table.
Pretty little tree frogs
All in a row
Pretty little tree frogs
Where did you go?
Just like a shooting star
You were here, but now.... you’re far
Like frogs in the trees, these are the days of our lives.
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