The once crystal-clear river, a thread of life that meandered through forests and communities, is now barely a shadow of its former self. Its waters, once clear and full of fish, carry a thick, dark sludge, laden with chemicals that have escaped from nearby banana plantations. The fish, which once glistened in the sun, float inert on the surface, their scales dulled by pollution. The river is no longer a source of life; it is a liquid graveyard, a silent reminder of what has been lost.

The chemicals used in banana plantations - pesticides, herbicides, fungicides - do not stay in the fields. With each rainfall, they are washed into the waterways, poisoning everything in their path. Mangroves, once a haven for wildlife, wither under the weight of these poisons. The birds that once filled the air with their songs have disappeared. The air itself smells of chemicals, of death.

Nature, once vibrant and full of sound, now seems to have become mute.