When I look mist on the morning
I feel fresh
The mist here like the smoke in the city, fumes
The weather colder than air conditioner in your office
Mizzle during the day
It’s not hampering peoples to do their routine
Youth always learn in academia
Their parent still made any jelly
That is a system that they were rised
Be friend with nature
Nature give more than you can give back
Don’t you grab if you never contibute
Life will be gone like usualy
That is a system
Can be damage
And reparation autopoitecally
But human will be lose
If they aren’t trying to aware
June 1, 2009
Imugan Village, Nueva Vizcaya, The Philippines
YANCE ARIZONA 
wah, semenjak di filipina, bahasa inggris pak yan jadi makin ok. good luck buat pak yan, tapi jangan lupa oleh-olehnya, hehehe….
terasa menyejukan sekali puisi itu…