Only Time

Beauty. Hope. Purity.
Illuminating with infinite serenity.
Cradled by streams of frost and breeze,
Noongar boodja. Weeping Willow’s identity.

Salvation cascades from the radiant skies,
Heaven emanating beyond the blazing, lustrous rays.
For the Era of the Eel was succumbing towards its fate,
The searing of the lands, two moons ablaze.

Generations of delicate sage wings glide,
Imprisoned between the barricades of doubt.
The unknown is the abyss. The chasm.
Parra’dowee’s searing torrent is slithering out.

They are in pure agony of detaching from Noongar Boodja,
Yet time is the flowing river, subtle. Silent. Rare.
No longer burdened by the shade, navigating onwards,
As Parra’dowee fiery mist ceases it final prayer.

Only time will soothe the wounds of the lost generations.
Only time will restore the beauty. Hope. Purity.
Only time will nurture Noongar boodja.
Only time will heal the Weeping Willow.

D’harawal language reference: D'harawal: Climate and Natural Resources by Aunty Frances Bodkin, with permission from Aunty Fran