I am but a little frog of the dense forest floor
Where Arctic blizzards terribly howl and roar
Though winter wages a deadly, frozen war
But I am the master of the harsh winter’s moor.
And ice surrounds the life that lies unseen
As I burrow beneath the forest’s fading green
My heartbeats stop, no longer do I breathe
My liver pours sugar in veins to keep me alive.
Even my eyes must freeze as ice grows bold
Glucose serves cryoprotectant from the icy cold
And my cells survive where frozen water reigns
Though life seems lost inside the frozen plains.
When spring arrives, I thaw and rise in the light
My heart beats back, limbs resume their flight
I leave my spawn where fleeting waters lie
Trusting the new season as the days go by.
No parental care protects them where they lie
Yet thousands rise beneath the warming sky
Take a lesson from me, adversity need not cease
Sometimes survival is the art of making peace.
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