Of Frogs And The Earth's Inevitable Destruction

This was something I wrote off a prompt that my friend gave me.

What does the world look like

Through your eyes?

Do you see how it crumbles,

Or its leafy disguise?

Do you use your green wisdom

To speak our demise?

Or are you too busy

In searching for flies?

The magnificent pink-

Are you speaking in tongues,

Describing how the air

Will soon leave our lungs?

How do you go on

With your webbed little feet,

Knowing your final hop

Will soon be complete?

Though you may know the end

Will be far from sweet,

You are the one

Who saves us from defeat

Author's Note

Frog (: