Song of the Immigrant

Though, the seasons are in reverse

The earth is the earth and the sky the sky

Despite being torn, wrenched and uprooted

And memories of homelands run deep

We must leave our troubled fields far behind

And bid them long fallow and goodbyes

Along with our history, culture and their bones

To break and plough new grounds afar

At the other end of this wide, wide world

And transplant our hopes into new fields

Of unfamiliar soils, smells and sounds

Sowing the precious seeds of our souls

That, we may all partake in abundant harvest

The richness of our humanity to share

The earth is the earth and the sky the sky

And humanity is humanity no matter where

The epic, epic story of our one great family!

Cheung-Ling Wong

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