I am a child of the mountains,
With the mighty forest high.
I am the tangled vines,
That creep around the trees.
I walk with the ferns,
That peep through the mist.
I am the small rivers,
Rushing to the ocean.
I am the spirit of the bush,
I watch the spiky echidnas dig their burrows.
I am the fallen logs,
I am the hills.