Episode 61

I am an Indigenous Child, welcome to my land, Feel the coolness of the water, the warmness of the sand. Listen to the winds and the words that they do blow, Sometimes gentle, sometimes not, but these are things for you to know. Listen to the drums and chants my Elders sing, Listen, please listen, for they mean everything.

The river whispers secrets, as it winds its gentle way, Carrying stories of the ancestors, from yesterday. The sun, a golden painter, warms the earth with loving grace, And paints the sky with colours, in this sacred, special place. The trees stand tall and ancient, their branches reaching high, Whispering wisdom on the breeze, beneath the watchful sky.

Feel the earth beneath your feet, a mother, strong and deep, She cradles all her children, while the ancient secrets sleep. The creatures of the forest, in their wild and graceful stride, Are part of this great tapestry, where all life can confide. The eagle soars above us, with eyes so keen and bright, A messenger of spirits, bathed in pure and guiding light.