In this vast expanse where the gumtrees sway,
Beneath the sun’s embrace, in golden light of day,
I tread upon the soil, rich with stories untold,
An ancient land whispers, in hues of red and gold.
The winds carry voices from the Dreamtime’s embrace,
Where rivers weave through valleys, a sacred, timeless space.
Sixty thousand years, the heartbeat of the land,
Echoes of my ancestors, their wisdom close at hand.
The ochre earth beneath my feet, a canvas worn and wise,
Each footprint tells a story, beneath the endless skies.
From the shores of Bondi to the depths of the bush,
I walk the paths they forged, in a sacred, silent hush.
The call of the kookaburra, the rustle of the leaves,
The ancient song of country, in every breath, it weaves.
The stars, a map of memory, guide me through the night,
As I honor those before me, in their enduring light.
With every step I take, I feel their presence near,
In the silence of the outback, their spirit crystal clear.
For I am but a traveler on this timeless, sacred ground,
In the heart of Australia, my ancestors abound.
So let the rivers flow and the mountains stand so tall,
In this ancient land of beauty, I hear the ancestors’ call.
With reverence, I walk onward, through history’s embrace,
For in every step, I carry the legacy of this place.
Beneath the sun’s embrace, in golden light of day,
I tread upon the soil, rich with stories untold,
An ancient land whispers, in hues of red and gold.
The winds carry voices from the Dreamtime’s embrace,
Where rivers weave through valleys, a sacred, timeless space.
Sixty thousand years, the heartbeat of the land,
Echoes of my ancestors, their wisdom close at hand.
The ochre earth beneath my feet, a canvas worn and wise,
Each footprint tells a story, beneath the endless skies.
From the shores of Bondi to the depths of the bush,
I walk the paths they forged, in a sacred, silent hush.
The call of the kookaburra, the rustle of the leaves,
The ancient song of country, in every breath, it weaves.
The stars, a map of memory, guide me through the night,
As I honor those before me, in their enduring light.
With every step I take, I feel their presence near,
In the silence of the outback, their spirit crystal clear.
For I am but a traveler on this timeless, sacred ground,
In the heart of Australia, my ancestors abound.
So let the rivers flow and the mountains stand so tall,
In this ancient land of beauty, I hear the ancestors’ call.
With reverence, I walk onward, through history’s embrace,
For in every step, I carry the legacy of this place.
