Winter comes, Summer goes

The lovely trees and plants

all on Wangal land

They fill the forest with a great scent

They make the air very fresh and cool

The wooshing sound of the wind

blows on your face

The cooing and twittering of parrots and minerbirds

The squeaking of the ravens

The roaring of the lions

The hissing of a snake

Pitter, patter, the rain falls

making puddles and filling up the lakes

The forest smells, looks, feels great, UNTIL

Winter comes, the plants die, animals hibernate and the place is snowy

The ponds all freeze up, the air is misty and cold

Spring and summer had gone away

Don't worry, it'll come another day.