Where the Leaves Blow

Where the leaves blow, a story is told.

With myths and legends, some young, some old.

As they fly through the wind like a plane in the clouds

A story of a rainbow serpent is found.

Where the leaves blow, the serpent is admired

He will come and go as he desires.

His presence brings rain

But if one is vain

Drought will coat the never ending plains.

Where the leaves blow, a time machine waits

A bridge to the past that’s just beyond the gates.

With Dreamtime stories to share

And long nights to spare

Lessons to learn, pure and fair.

A journey with seven sisters in the starry night fog 

And Tiddalik the thirsty frog,

Birds that were splashed with a coloured filled bog.

And a kangaroo that was a bit of a hog.

These stories to tell, these lessons to know

All where the leaves blow.