MM: Whispers

In the still, moonlit glade, where the whispers thread, A snake and a frog meet . One of earth, one of water, together they slide, In the dance of the living, with nowhere to hide.

The snake, sleek and silent, a whisper in grass, Seeks wisdom in shadows where the quiet moments pass. The frog, with its leap, sets the night air astir, A symphony of life, in a single blur. In their silent ballet, under the sky's vast dome, Lies a deeper truth where wild spirits roam.

For life is the stream, and they are the swimmers, In the dance of existence, where light shimmers and glimmers. Each a part of the other, in the nature cycle streamline Bound by the beauty in the space between dreams.