Noongar Seasons

The leaves are flowing beside me in the Birak breeze.

I turn to look up and see the magnificent trees.

In this moment I realise how lucky we are to be free.

Some worlds don't have flowing trees and don't have opportunities.

In your heart you'll allways know what you can be, just like the flowing trees.

The winter breeze blew into me and took my breath away.

The next day it came back to me and spelt makru on my face.

As the dasies grew, the flowers rose, slowly the bees opened their eyes.

Spring finally - they couldn't believe what was outside, bunure they laughed and cried.

Slowly the maple leaves fell in a pile stacked up one by one, side to side.

Carefully the birds emerged and tried to fly. None stop - they tried and tried.

Eventually they fly high, high up in the sky, feeling like Dillba was so, so right.

As the sun set the animals reset, waiting for the sun to shine.

In the morning they had a good time waiting for some prey to rise.

Noongar language reference:

Kurongkurl Katitjin, Edith Cowan University’s Centre for Indigenous Australian Education and Research