
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.

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.

Clear skies, green signals,
bare streets, waiting horizons,
prepare to take off.