Gone From The River

Out by the river
Near the place I call my home
I sit alone in a place that is my own.
 
I sit and watch
For hours on end
My new frog friends.
 
The creatures at the river
Frolic, fully carefree
Always growing, everyday.
 
As time went on
I went less and less
To the place I called my own.
 
I told myself I would return
When I had the time to play
Yet the days got away from me.
 
Old and gray, I returned to the place
Where I would go when I needed help
Yet when I opened my eyes, I knew it needed in return.
 
When I was young,
Frogs were everywhere
As far as the eye could see.
 
Yet now there are few
Fewer than before
I had to search to find a one.
 
They helped me when I was troubled,
And now I hope to return all that I can
So that the frogs are as plentiful as before.

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