preservation of nature, lestarilah my village and in which God entrusts me.
singing full moon when his boys, sing idol for the homeland.
peacefulness brother, fertile earth was me and I remember my mother would fairytale story.
stories about the glorious archipelago of yore, calm, and peaceful there.
oh why is my land prone now, the earth-the earth was bare feet, trees and grass lazy blossomed again, and the birds singing shame
thanks for reading a poem about the feelings that I feel in my nature at this time, hopefully nature in my country could be like before.