Climate change

                

                O’ my skinny,

Here, I talk of because you can’t your reminiscence mood of is still buried inside.

Once you were good with jasmine shrub

You used to spared your trunk under it and I can still remember how you irritated her

You used to spread your creepy old leaves under it.

Your friend could think you as burden, but it used you to grow for support.

Your friendship was genuine and an extremely, that I used every day to admire

            Oh skinny,

The inside admiration and the giggle I used to relieve my pain, all It seems now goes in vain, when your friend struggles to this great storm of nearby monster of industry.

         Oh my skinny,

You are not helped by the climate that surrounds,

Instead you are trained!

         Oh skinny,

This change of my surrounding kill my skinny’s kitty, still I find no hope of this tragedy