… Such a miracle in the middle of my palm. He is so light, doesn’t weigh more than a feather. He is so different from me, but yet the same.

He has tiny, little legs, which want to jump. He has tiny, little hands, which want to feel the freshness of the grass. He has tiny, little heart, which beats and wants to live.

Sitting in my hand, he just would like to escape from my world. What a fragile bridge between his world and mine… Just a very light, thin skin, his and mine… And though, there is no separation, we live in the same world, we are the same spirit, in a different form.

Little frog, I will never hurt you… will put you back in your world, and we will meet again later…