Dear forest,
I never know that I had been taking advantage of you. I never know until I was taught about PENCEMARAN (pollution) in primary school. I only knew what that suppose to mean and what kind of impacts it should have so we can score well in our essay writing. I never tried to find out more about you and I am very sorry.
Please excuse those who have not found who you really are for I was once one of them. The nearest forest is the Botanical Garden and there I was, thinking that there is nothing wrong with you while people had been removing parts of you away so we can live.
I learnt that I should be living with you instead of living by casting you out.
I was happier when we have not moved out from the old residence. I was surrounded by big trees and river. I know then I will be very happy with you...
Love,
Catherine
