Swimming In The Tributary

O my childhood memory, I couldn’t forget

Those beauty moments in the Arbamich Forest

All fountains which are sprout out from the hill are my adores

Then the flow of all together through the shadow of trees

Looks like a symbol of life, demonstrates how attractive it is

Monkey and apes over there and here on the treetop

Red sweets fruits of nature I ate while it did drop

Colorless nit water fills the pond and I swim in it

Some friends of mine were with me while I leaped

Butterflies were witnesses; fishes were there, owls were not bleak

But they all did fear me while I move with the butterfly stroke