In the heart of Australia's ancient land, lies a tale of creatures, both bold and wise,

Where Dreamtime stories eternally stand, Aboriginal heritage under desert skies.

 

In sacred places where spirits reside, their survival intertwined with the song,

Endangered species silently abide, with indigenous people, where they belong.

 

The western ground parrot, a cryptic charm, its feathers whisper in the night's cool air.

In the desert's embrace, it's kept from harm, in Aboriginal dreams, it's a creature rare.

 

The western swamp tortoise, ancient and slow, a symbol of resilience, in the heart's embrace,

In wetlands sacred, where life does flow, guided by lore, its rightful place.

 

The greater bilby, a silent night's guide, with its long ears tuned to secrets untold,

In the dreaming tracks where ancestors stride, in Aboriginal stories, its legends unfold.

 

The brush-tailed bettong, hopping so free, yet the First Peoples know its ways,

In the night's embrace, it is hard to see, in their traditions, its spirit stays.

 

With wisdom passed down through countless years, for these threatened species, a lifeline we glean,

Indigenous knowledge quells our fears, in the Aboriginal heartbeat, a timeless dream.

 

In the land of ochre and endless sun, let's join the chorus, let voices rise,

Where cultures merge and stories are spun, to protect those creatures beneath ancient skies.

 

For in their survival, we find our grace, in Aboriginal wisdom, we take our cue,

A testament to nature's enduring embrace, to ensure these treasures remain anew.