Season’s Child

I was but raindrop of humanity

Fell during autumn of insanity

Yet I had always thought it was but spring

But now seeing what maelstroms had to bring

That now’s the hour for our winter of need

Let the times be our truest friend indeed

As the cold wind and snow is to winter

That we may live true and thrive on bitter.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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