A cluster of bubbles floats on the pond;
Sphere of air covered with translucent slime
where a hundred eyes reside just fine
Nesting closely to embrace the familiarity

Not far from a distance above
A tiny leaf swirled off the tree,
It landed silently
on the Bullfrog's spawn
a dancing of lights and laughter
suddenly freezes in time
leaving the leaf rooted to the spot
as the *** of spawn slowly drifts
Forming a hole, until it drowned.

Torn and tousled
by the sticky marble of pity
Oh air, let it come!
so these eggs could finally bump in harmony
Allowing the leaf to slide
into the lightness of an elapsing tide

It is only then
They finally burst in a gentle pop.