When The Tree Frogs Sing

In evening when the tree frogs sing
in choral chant as the dusk sets in, as
the night falls free from ringing song of
their voices raised in the reckoning,
as the chorus strong is echoing in a dark
which flows on beckoning, we’re freed
from fertile care.

The soft song clings to the mantling which
shrouds the trees where the frogs all sing
and we rest at ease with imaginings of an
evening’s perfect rendering – a song-fed
glory blending in with the frogs in the trees
where they’re sheltering and the trees at
ease with the songs they sing.

When the tree frogs sing in the evening air
and daylight flies to their precious care,
when choral voices fade and die the night
invades with a silent sway to signify the close
of light – another day and another tune where
the frogs exult in singing in the peace
and harmony they bring.
© I.D. Carswell 2007