The desert quandong

Ancient angular bright bursting through the leaves
Striding emus come to fight for the ever falling quandong
Lying in the cool dry shade 'till the sun goes down
Waiting, watching, whispering for the ever falling sounds

Once the sun goes up the moon goes down, the sweet smell fills the morning breeze and the emus come around
I listen closely and hear the wallabies jumping up and down. I feel the morning breeze against
my face 'till the sun goes down again.