FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

i went back to an old river
where once a crocodile used to live
where a friend was eaten
where it was gone

there was once a old tree there
where spirits of old used to dwell
where a sad song used to be sang
by the old river and a man
the old river has turned into a dry land
the tree died and not a stump remained
no one lives there anymore
its banks turning into some patches of
young grass
the sun sets there
and then i left.