Letter to my Friend

Annie, my old friend

There are a lot of changes

In our hometown

Since you and your family migrated

Remember the river that we used to swim?

It’s no longer that, it became a river full of garbage

You loved to go there because of its blue and crystallized water

We loved picnic so much, when were in high school

But, like what I said nobody wants to go there

By the way there are no more carabaos that we used to ride

There are a lot of vehicles used for transportation

The road was not like before it is now organized

There are skyways and flyovers

Don’t go outside without any hanky

Smoke was thick as clouds in the sky

The highest mountain in our place

Where we used to climb where not green as ever

It’s now brown, illegal loggers should be responsible for it