At the very start of the year, little frogs

White frogs dancing in the sky

White frogs dancing in the sky.

I saw them once, when I was ten.

It’s just a game of you and I

And a remembrance of then.

They’re holding hands, and jumping,

And laughing at the noisy birds.

Don’t bother now restructuring

What you believed when you were kids!

White frogs dancing in the sky.

Be still, and breathe the current view.

And all you have don’t question why!

Just taste the courage of the few.

They’ve started yelling at the rain,

But then again, rainbow would come

And clean the blisters and the pain,

And weave the future with a comb.

White frogs dancing in the sky.

Be sure to find what you expect.

And all in all, they’ll bear you out,

Then it is you who must you not neglect!

I wrote this poem a few years ago thinking about patterns. But not those for clothes. Let us make a small step outside their lines and, for that matter, let us give the children the liberty to color outside the lines.