Ngoonungi

The season of Ngoonungi is when the cold frost die,
No time for eating shellfish, the Aboriginal people cry.
More heat from the sun rays shimmer on the land,
But not too much, where we swim in pools of grainy sand.

Kookaburras call out to their families and friends,
Telling them to make their nest where the ancient gum tree bends.
Listen to its laughter at the crack of dawn,
Never ever fading away, those mysterious calls.

The time for the flying foxes has finally come,
Can you hear their screeches and squeals on the towering gum?
Newborn foxes have hatched out of their eggs,
Clinging affectionately to their mother’s short legs.

The Tree of the Peacemaker, Boonah, bloom flowers during this time,
Producing fresh nectar for ceremonies, which is as sticky as slime.
This tree was name this because Boonah was a warrior,
A warrior of wisdom and kindness and broke down every negative barrier.
As a reward for this, he turned into this tree,
Which seems as an odd thing but turned into a symbol peace and harmony.
As time ticks by and days continue on, this tree grows bigger and bigger, and each time it grows bigger and bigger,
One experiences a feeling. A feeling of calmness and peace.