Mt Gillen

Mt Gillen is making the sun sleep,
A shadow forming over Alice Springs,
Cool air has come over the town,

Ancient stories roam here,
It is the keeper of those stories,

The trees are singing with their leaves,
Deciding when it will show the beautiful colours of the world,

The sun is going down into its deep slumber,
The moon is taking its place,

A rustle,
Is it just the trees?
Something hops from a bush,
It is larger than a frog and furry,
Can you guess what it is?

What the rock has seen in the past we don’t know,
The rocks have been hurt like anything else,

Resting on the cool rocks,
With family all around,
We listen to the whispers,
That this place has to tell.