Welcome Croaks

This reflects the beauty and simplicity of coming back to a rural home :)

The classy dress I wore
the fancy stuff I adored
my gadgets, jewels and more
Reflects how I succeed and soared.

Perhaps better things have already come
I take pleasure in all that I have done
But despite all my having fun
something is missing, something is gone

So I packed my bags
and wore my tattered jeans
toss my sandals
and wore my slippers again

I left the asphalted streets
and hiked the muddy trail
smell the grassy breeze
and hear the rolling mill

Then beside the shallow stream
I heard the croaking of my humble friends
My heart had leaped on their throaty croaks
My lips had smiled on their jumping walks

I chased my dreams and went away
but my frog friends have come to stay
and even if I don't think of them in the city
when I come home, they still croaks
to welcome me.