The frog and the Princess – One Hidden Key
More time has passed, time both lovely and sweet. Our friend the frog is still hopping, stealthily, and spinning his beat. It’s a love beat, and it’s sweet, innocent and true. Created from a heart bursting with love and some craziness too. He thinks of her each night as he sings, her beauty, her charm, the celestial way she glows. He always hopes she’s okay, as he avoids those castle guard throws.
Hopping along with swiftness and quick stealth, he arrives on the concourse each night. And there, he opens his heart and offers her love’s light. No guards, court officers or jesters ever knew, what that frog was getting up to. The frog’s only interest was her you see, so his finja like skills came quite naturally.
And this Princess so lovely, so kind and courageous, made his heart sing and his world shine. He was determined to give her his all, he would always keep trying, even if he got flung over that wall. So it was, that his song of love became so moving, deep and true, that at the end of each sweet serenade *SPLAT* that peculiar, on the floor thing again, as if on cue.
Meanwhile, the lovely Princess, brilliantly intelligent and very determined too, had been dealing with *SPLAT* as well, and nobody knew. It happened at strange times, unpredictable and a tad inconvenient. A full on *SPLAT* thing, leaving her wondering, and quite askew. Oh my goodness, do you need to catch your breath too?
Love
Now this strangeness is happening quite often, and only with these two, I wonder if this is a love thing? Don’t you?
The kingdom is happy and blessed by her love and care, she gives of her heart, spreading love and kindness everywhere. She’s brave and beautiful, magical, and oh so loving too, so it’s no surprise the lovely Princess knew, just what to do. A clever plan she must hatch, it wouldn’t be easy- he was quite slimy and hoppy, but it was that frog, she had to catch.
This *splat* thing was ongoing and disconcerting as well, and the lovely Princess had decided the frog was at the heart of the matter. So, his secret he should tell. What does this mean, and what would she do? She would use one hidden key. Now I have goose bumps too!
The kingdom sleeps and dreams sweet dreams this particular night. Our friend the frog is on his mission, his finja skills in full flight. He arrives at the concourse, unseen, bold and full of love for her, hoping to give his all. And again, he opens his heart and offers her love’s light. *SPLAT* he was becoming used to it now, so he picked himself up, and got adjusted, had to hop fast before he got busted.
The Key
Yet, there in a moonbeam, just under that bush, something glimmered, and twinkled, he noticed it as the night seemed to hush. What it was he couldn’t tell, so he hopped over to investigate and found a key, hidden well. Finders keepers has always been a thing, so the frog grabbed the key and scrammed before any guard could practice the frog fling.
Later, and just before he fell into sweet dreams of the lovely Princess he so adored, he studied the glimmering key. Upon the darling object were words written very small. (He’s got those buggy eyes, so he had no trouble reading it at all.) I open a door made just for you. How mysterious, and strange too, now the frog didn’t know what to do. He pondered as sleep came, and dreams of the lovely Princess, became his universe.
In the night he hops along, again he hopes to offer her his song. But tonight things will change, and he doesn’t know it yet. Oh, I’m on the edge of my seat, this will be good I bet! She’s his reason his aching desire his one true love, and he dreams of giving her happiness, even if he’s so small. And speaking of small and things sized just right, was that a door ahead, set in the castle wall, just at his height?
Hidden
Now he stands before this door, a bit nervous and uncertain. He doesn’t want to step in and face a final curtain. His flipper shakes as he turns the key, what if it’s a dungeon trap made to snare, a crazy in love frog without any hair. Perhaps there’s a guard laying in wait, ready to fling a frog who took the bait. He trembles at the unknown, and hops inside.
It’s dark and eerily quiet in this place he has found, the little door slams shut behind him, and he realizes he’s in deep. Whatever was he thinking invading the castle keep? The chamber suddenly fills with brilliant colors and a wonderful, soft light. Then a voice, more beautiful than the sweetest melody ever heard, did sound.
He hears her words and sees her as he’s going down. He can’t help it, he swoons and begins to fall. It is his dream, after all. The words are beautiful and fill his soul on the way down…
” So, we meet at last, little frog”, she smiles, and he loves her more, as he hits the floor. Out like a light, and in trouble now, for sure. -to be continued-
