Lord Bugg

Down by the water
The willows wave and weave
The frogs sing songs
gentle currents slap the bedrock
As a child I would go there
I found solace in solitude
I’d sing to the frogs
And they’d sing back
I’d look above to the canopy
I’d watch the leaves dance
Waving and weaving
with the whistling wind
As an adult I still go there
Never in person, but pretend
In my head the leaves still dance
The frogs still sing
And I’m still that boy
That sings back to the frogs