Who will teach me how to sing?

How to hear the voices in the streams?

Who will share with me the birdsongs of the bush?

Who will guide me over the mountains and through the valleys?

Who will share with me a thousand generations of wisdom?

What kin is out there who can still teach?

Who is in touch with mother earth and the stingray of stars above?

Who will guide the young to sit around a fire and sing?

I look for the elders, I know they are out there –

I feel them around me in the night and my heart wants to open and weep.

I listen to the wind shiver through the gum leaves.

The rocks are silent.

There is so much to learn.