Slowly the evening veils the land. The tree frogs intone as only they can. In a far deeper note, a Bull frog decrees from his post at the pond’s edge. A message is imbued by this curious choir, assuring that all is well. And the curtain is drawn on another day that has given its all.

What message is parlayed by this curious choir?

That answer couldn’t be more clear. All was quite well at the pond. The message could not have been more clear. The chorus only sought to verify. The Spring breeze only sought to verify the subtle truth.