By the river

By the river I hear the wind singing
The ups and downs of the changing season
The old banyan tree silently drops its leaves
Fall into the stream and let the water flow away.

The river bank is still green with mangroves
The wind plays with the swaying purple flowers
The beauty of the idyllic countryside
So gentle, graceful, loyal.

By the river the sound of the lapwing
Anxiously calling for high and low tides
Let the silt settle on the shore
Nourish green to make it more fresh.

By the river suddenly remember memories
Barefoot days with messy hair
Chasing the crabs
The joy that sustains us until now.