Their verdant green coats gleamed with light after every splash
Like the melted and lush;                   southern snowfields.
They rushed into the darkness of the forest, the blurry blinding
Into their burrows they hid, for they were never to be revealed.

They croaked and croaked, the vibrations swarmed my ears
Oh how, oh how, may I cure their incessant wanderlust?
Ultimately one came croaking by;— bewildered I was
This wasn't just croaking, at least to me, they were singing softly

Marveled was I, their pupils gleamed with a sense of urgency
Up they looked, into pupils of my own;  cornered and afraid
Doubts clouded my mind, were we really all that wise?

A sudden downpour began—
Nevermore will I receive such a bold invitation;
My eyelids swung open tremendously
The sun stared into me, likewise I stared back

My eyes shuttered closed once more
The Earth's petrichor trickled across my nose once more.
The croaking thundered my chest once more
I understood now, once more

This world's bureaucracy.