In quiet pools, where waters rest
Amid the woodlands, lush and free
Sunbeams dally in playful jest
Tadpoles swim with endless glee
Through verdant banks and shady grove
In graceful dart, a blithe display
With veiled intent, aqueous rove
In the depths, metamorphic ballet
With every dawn, a nimble rise
To the future's grounded fate
From liquid realms to earthly guise
From pond's milieu to land's estate
Transformation, a watery rite
Passage from this lively bog
With patience, growing, day and night
Once the tadpole, now the frog
