This is Clover, a gentle little frog who loves nothing more than basking among blossoms on his wooden nook. Clover’s mossy seat is more than just a resting place—it’s his stage. When the evening light filters through, he lifts his chin and sings soft, lilting notes that drift through the petals like a lullaby. The flowers seem to lean closer when he sings, as though listening to an old, secret melody only frogs know.
Clover isn’t in a hurry; he believes the world is best enjoyed slowly, with time to notice the shimmer of dew or the scent of moss after rain. Those who find Clover among his flowers often feel lighter, as though they’ve shared in a moment of quiet forest magic.
4" tall
