Along the path of whispering echoes,
a frog sings at four o'clock.
Beyond the puddle, where dreams leap,
colors dance on a rainbow's secret.
Count the clouds, three must be
passed to find the hidden key,
beneath the old willow tree,
secrets rest in stillness deep.
"Twelve stones placed in circles
form the hand of friendship," whispers
the breeze, carrying tales untold.