Dear Green Tea Frog, this a letter in rhyme, from one poet to another, carvin’ truth outta time. I see your name shine on Today in Poetry, sixteen with a pen, writin’ bold, writin’ free. I picture you sippin’ green tea in the night, while your words take flight like a frog mid-flight. Germany’s breeze in your breath, calm yet raw, your stanzas leap forward with a rebel’s law. I write to say this—keep pursuin’ the climb, the greatest goal in poetry ain’t money or shine. It’s the power to touch, to heal, to inspire, to turn paper to fire and words into choir. So when doubt come knockin’, don’t let it stay, your ink already lightin’ up the poet’s way. From my street to yours, consider this a sign, your journey is golden—your verse is divine. Respect, —A poet in the struggle, writin’ lines like mine.