
Give me a garden;
trees branching out to heavens,
I will grow in peace.

Give me a garden;
trees branching out to heavens,
I will grow in peace.

Muddy and rocky
though life, like lake, at its end
swims pristine beauty.

As the winter gums
brave the weather’s vagaries,
good friends have your back.

Nature’s luscious treats,
cutting through life’s consciousness,
as bridge on a lake.

Wander on, dear soul,
through the woods, the bush and bark—
life, a rainbow dream.