29 December:Immigrations birds surround bounty land as their.
Fighting is not needed. We have plenty of foods
for all and shall shares.
Season come season end
Greenery fields of immigration birds
Searching for foods and to survives
Because homeland dries and not enough to shares
migrant to the land of bounty
Reach and alive grateful land other dead on the land
Species from very corner earth
Into bounty land, when season gone
Stay or flies home sweet home
To ancestor family and friends
Those who stay will unforgotten by whom
But generation will be forgotten by those
Someday from homeland come back
To the bounty land
For food and is life
But this time migrant will fight their away
and drove their forgotten species home
Painful to see their own doing
With hungry stomach flying home
Sadness will never be an end
