The wind chases them all

I am surrounded by people,

I have been with them from the day I was born.

Always being loud,

Always laughing.

The youngest to the oldest follow each other like sheep.

My culture is the oldest one in the world,

My Pops used to track the stars,

In the deep red desert.

Walking everywhere

From hill to waterhole,

Desert to mountain,

Gumtree to river.

The moon shining in the waterhole,

Like glass, 

Still and quiet,

Like you're underwater,

Like the sun running in the wind,

The moon chasing the sun,

The sun chasing the moon,

And the wind chasing them all.