Fields and fields of open grass

Rocks and sands upon the wet soil

Growing each day in an impossible task

Into a new land called Changi

Slowly a land rises from the sea

Above the birds begin to fly

Sea creatures big and small gather

The grass grows longer and taller

Each day changes the scene

Each year the earth matures from wetlands to harden clay

The fields turn green

As nature reclaims its rightful place under the sun

The birds takes to the air

whenever the planes comes to land

Nature fights back to claim the air

But air is free, wind knows no boundaries

The land grows inches itself outwards

The sky remains blue...forever

By Michael Wee