A river wears a mirror’s view,
Enchanting thoughts for me and you,
Barren plains breed scummy weeds,
Wild creatures lurk in heavy seas.
A litter’s runt will not survive,
And smoke disperses from a hive,
The numbers displaced steadily increase.
Didn’t heed the call of jungle birds,
Found comfort in the spoken word,
Trifles passed and then were born anew.
Static eyes on ticking hands,
Have turned away from troubled lands,
While the aim strays further from the truth.
Board a vessel to a space of dreams,
Where all is well and as it seems,
And sunlight drips from leaves in morning dew.
For a summer’s rain cannot heal,
What tumbles off the even keel,
And infinity is lost in rear view.
We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present and emerging. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.