The Frogs Keep Singing

The frogs keep singing through the storm,
The frogs keep singing until we're warm.
Their tune steadfast though the night is worn,
A song of hope for a world reborn.
Their voices rise when the heart is torn,
A melody soft but firmly sworn.

The frogs keep singing through the storm,
A hymn of life in a world transformed.
Though fires rage and waters churn,
Their steadfast song bids hope's return.
Mountains crumble, oceans swell,
Yet whispers of hope in the chaos dwell.

The frogs keep singing through the storm,
The frogs keep singing into twilight's form,
From roots to skies, their chorus is born,
A hymn to heal where the earth is worn.
Through fire & flood, where hope seemed shorn,
They sing of life and a brighter morn.