Indigenous Seasons

Birak
The stench in my nose,
White eyed bloody kangaroo,
On the Birak road.

Bunuru
The Heat burns my skin,
Adolescent teens run wild,
How do they survive.

Djeran
Heat has left the air,
Weather’s getting cooler now,
The earth has grown up.

Makuru
It is raining now,
Animals come to the lake,
Out wearing bookas.

Djilba
Rain is now stopping,
There are flowers everywhere,
Bird swooping from trees.

Kambarang
Heat is on the way,
This is the season of birth,
Colours all around.