One night I laid me down to sleep, when spring was in the air,
My soul was tired and restless, with worry and with care,
When suddenly, a symphony, arose outside my door,
The melody was one I'd heard, so many times before.
I'd never stopped to listen, to the sweet refrain,
Sung by a little band of frogs, beneath my window pane.
The voices rang in harmony, some high and then some low,
A calmness came upon me, such as I've never known.
I pondered for a moment, o're my busy, empty life,
And wondered why I had succumbed, to so much stress and strife.
We sometimes take for granted, neglecting then to see,
The greatest gifts upon this earth, are given to us free.
The last thing I remember, before I went to sleep,
Was my thankful prayer, to the man upstairs,
Who supplies our every need.
Jeannette E. Smith
May 20, 1996
