When you're weary, feelin', small, when tears are in your eyes I will dry them all. I'm on your side oh' when times get ru-hu-huf and friends just can't be found. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind.

Come in to the garden and all will be well.

However hard life has become life goes on and the cycle continues. For most of us in our protected bubble of city living our garden reminds of this cycle of life.

Our gardens are a conduit to nature and keep us in touch with our ancestral roots. A garden will never judge unfairly, will not be influenced by the right clothes or accent. It does not care about gender, race or age.

Our gardens hold up to us a truthful image and honest reflection of our worth. Like a good friend a garden will change and grow with you.

From your garden you will get back equally and fairly everything that you put in.

When times get rough and friends just can't be found you can find your place in the scheme of things in your garden.

Like a breedge o-over tro-ubled wa-ater I will lay me dow-ow-ow-n

Peace and love. Peace and love.