Green now, soon shall be bare,
When winter comes, crawling from its lair.
We shall be for aeons apart;
I wonder then, how we’ll fare.
Gazes held will fade away,
As the frost settles, here to stay.
Our feet shall trod the leaves black;
I wonder then, in whose arms I’ll lay.
The grey clouds shall rise again,
And listless again shall be the lanes.
Our eyes shall witness the nights long;
I wonder then, about the wintry rains.
The fires of passion will burn away,
As time passes, day by day.
The wicked winds will wither and waste;
I wonder then, what we’ll say
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.