Budjaan, bugs, Djarambunga gurgama, truck pass.
Garabang, gundu, gurgama, budjaan. crickets
Ngayagang Yiraman garabun budjaan and gundu Ngay was calm
Yet the howl of the brisk guragama brushing past deep djumbaga connects us.

Birds, bugs, leaves rustling, trucks going by.
Rocks, trees, wind, birds, crickets.
I am hot, rocks, birds, trees. I was calm.
Yet the howl of the brisk wind brushing past deep rooted trees connects us.