Beneath the icy pond, our frog morphs into a sleepy state, and stays snuggled beneath her warm winter comforter. I imagine her heart beat slowing down; sinking into the coziness of hibernation. She drifts off, gaining peace of mind within her security.
Should I sing to her this lullaby on my next winter walk?
Deep in the wood, under the ice
A bed of mulch, a soft green pillow,
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when they open the sun will rise
Here it is safe, here it is warm
Here earth’s wonder guards you from every harm,
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
(Adapted from a French lullaby)
How cozy and wonderful does that sound?