Biik

The air whistles as it brushes through my hair
Cool breezes swaying under my legs
Give me brief seconds of comfort
Spiderwebs stagger in the wind
While the light shimmers through them
Aged trees guide me through biik
Their weathered skin intrigues me
Brown and green
Mix and match
Leaves disperse throughout the land
Ducks glide through shimmering water
Creating disfigured ripples
The beauty of small flowers
Glimmer at me like small gems and crystals
Against the dull earth
Warmth sprays onto the dry dirt 
Like a water sprinkler



Written on Boonwurrung Country with language taught by Aunty Karen and permission to use.