My family

Under the clouds

Moves from one land to another

Struggling between cultures

Not knowing to which we belong


Even though the flowers are falling

The fruits will appear later

When the maple leaves rest

On the ground

My family finally settles down


We are like seeds

In the depths of this land

Absorbing fresh water and light

Straining to put down roots

But blossoming will soon follow

And then at last bearing fruit


A flower

A leaf

A cloud

A deep breath

Bringing with it

A new life



Gu Xiong