Ngaya wayagadi down at the nguru

Dharra-nga there, I could Ngara the squaking of the budjaan-bulali and the cracking of the dried djarambunga and sticks as they break under the weight of our bodies, I could feel the fresh gurgama whirling around me, drying my mii-wulali and raising the djirar from my goose bumps
And at that moment I started to remember about my family, my Bangawangaal that yanma-mbuli walked nhay nguru before me. Ngaya loved wayagadi-dha at the nature surrounding me,
when ngaya wayagadi down at the nguru, the ground beneath me, ngaya think about the elders, past, present and emerging.
Njulangang may not know wadha exactly Njulangang yanba from or mingang our bangawangaal are but right now, dhara-dha here, Ngaya know nhari Ngaya belong…
Ngaya feel nharri ngayagang Midhang with nhari nguru right nhay, ngaya feel that we are all one.

Standing there, I could hear the squarking of the birds and the cracking of the dried leaves and sticks they break under the weight of our bodies, I could feel the fresh wind whirling around me, drying my eyes and raising the hair from my goose bumps,
at that moment I started to remember about my family, my ancestors that walked this land before me. I loved looking at the nature surrounding me,
when I look down at the Earth, the ground beneath me, I think about the elders, past, present and emerging.
We -all may not know where exactly we come from or who our ancestors are but right now, standing here, I know that I belong…
I feel that I am one with this land right here, I feel that we are all one.