They stumble ashore with eyes wide and bright,
Unfamiliar faces in the pale moonlight.
Their tongues twist and turn, like a dance lost in time,
Yet I see in their gaze a desperation sublime.
We gather in silence, our hearts beating fast,
With ancient traditions, we wonder if they’ll last.
The land that we nurture, the waves we both know,
Can we bridge the divide or let the angst grow?
With cautious steps forward, we offer a hand,
In a world filled with chaos, can we help them understand?
Together we’ll forge a path, if only we dare,
To meet in the middle, to show that we care.
So here on this shore, where cultures collide,
We may find a way forward, with hearts open wide.
In the heart of the storm, a connection can thrive,
For it’s only together that we truly survive.