Small town Bintangor Well known for its two products Orange and tycoon

From an old radio Nostalgic music spills forth Yesterday once more

Woke up in darkness I know I have killed something Smell of crushed bed bugs

Flies are so friendly They show up uninvited Welcome them with slaps

Neighbourhood pigeons Chirruping loud coo coo sounds Morning wakeup calls

Nature’s symphony The wind gives the tree its voice The water its roars

Promise promises Losing count of how many are running empty

On the church’s altar a butterfly sits so still A child of the Lord

Feel so out of breath Reaching the top of the stairs Stairs growing taller

A fallen flower Carrying many raindrops From its last shower