Our Garden

Our Garden is a precious thing, so perfect and so pure,

I see it almost every day, and always I am allured. 

I visited Our Garden, on this sunny winter day, 

Breathless, I walked through nature's open doorway.

I wandered along the rocky path, and underneath the trees, 

The pebbles and the fallen leaves, crunch beneath my feet. 

Our Garden has a pond, home to yabbies, turtles and fish, 

A peaceful, quiet place, with water slightly greenish.

The birds' chirps fill the air, the sunshine on my back, 

My mind at peace, calm and quiet, I walk along the track. 

Our Garden has rosemary, a sweet and calming smell,

I skipped along the path to see, what else our garden held. 

Our Garden is a precious thing, so perfect and so pure, 

A place of peace 

And calm 

And quiet

It is Yandelora.