I am death; Master of worlds

Without me, shall the mother hold her child dear?

Without me, shall the Banksia burn for its seeds?

Why do you all run from the flames? Why do you fear?

Without me, why shall you live?

Confused, my child? 

I have carried you since the start.

I have brought you here, 

And I shall move you on.

My child, why do you run from the flames?

Why do you love, eat, protect,

live?

My children, 

The gum, the wattle, the Banksia

The coyote, dingo, crocodile

They hate me and need me.

I am love and fear,

Behind you and in front of you,

A killer and a nurturer

I am your past and your future.

My child, I await you.