Healing Tree

Hear don’t listen, hear the soundwaves of the Rainbow

Serpents’ tongues reverberate, through millennia, across iced land-bridges

Hear don’t listen, quench this barren earth

Heal this planet, heal this nation

Tree of shelter, medicine, art, stories, life, Spirituality

Minibeasts burrow in me, squiggle their lines

I’m a weather barometer, moisture reader rooted

In saline soil, my branches manipulated like giant bonsai

Ring trees, ring true, provider of boomerang and digeridoo

Manoeuvre through my sounds, totems and taboos

On the high of Tidbinbilla, a men’s sound, a women’s sound

Men’s business, women’s business, planetary business

Ying and Yang, quench this barren earth

Heal this planet, heal this nation

Before me stands proud a Wiradjuri man

Lore keeper of the goanna and eagle tip clan

Praising Biami, encouraging me to hear not listen

To the soundwaves, paving millennia-old stories

Hear don’t listen, quench this barren earth

Heal this planet, heal this nation.