From the Saltwater dreaming, Burran does 

glide. A spirit of the ocean, with turning the tides, Black 

skin shining like the night skies above, Guiding 

lost souls, with ancient love. He dances with the waves, 

a joyful song where sandy seabed and coral belongs. 

A messenger from our ancestors of story in his clicks, 

yet to be told. Burrran the sacred one keeps 

our water free, a symbol of hope, for all us to see.

 In his playful leaps, wisdom we find, a connection 

to Country for heart and mind