This one was started by Sid Hildawa:
You come to me like scent of pine
Hoping to leave the armpits of Manila
And expecting a feast of sun-dance picnics
And inebriating spirits
emerging from misty conversations.
A scent I'll be, a scent of me
To return again, knocking at your door
To turn to fragrance the acrid score.
Second to seventh lines were written by: Frank Cimatu, Merci Dulawan, Grace Subido, Rishab Tibon, Abigail Torreliza, and Junley Lazaga.