No! Nobody can own this spirit of mine, soaring over the earth, wasting no time. To see, to feel a friend in need, it's like the whispering of the reeds. Love can spread like the wings of an eagle! Healing, cleansing, makes men proud and regal. Indigenous, the people don't own Mother Earth, it is Mother Earth who owns, who gave birth. This place, the spiritual land of Australia with its trees and golden sand. So beware invaders! Don't destroy and rape! Mother Earth is dying. Stop, before it's too late!
