Over the bluff on standing hill A drip of life Waiting will Tried Yes True Love oh love Where seek You As baby rocks In cloth of old Warm from Mothers Soul Cry whimper soft Tear of wage Fear not lost Ninety-nine Lie in rest One To Test Silence creeps past sleep Weep not for me As triangle Weaves A Grieve Slumber lullaby of purple sky For in a struggle named Came mother Yes she came Saved Last One A ramble from harp Fragile start As truth Explain From Dark Of Soul He Came Black sheep Family white Child Safe This Troubled Night Over the bluff on standing hill A drip of life Waiting will Tried Yes True Head bowed in prayer Mother comforts there Wind in rain Darkness Calls His Name But mother strong faces the wrath Has her say Past is past Water Turned To Wine Oh silence of the dawn As harps play A note Floats Well This Sweet Taste Called Hope

 

It was home to both the Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, as well as an abundance of other vegetation that could feed Adam and Eve. 

10 And a river went out of Eden to water the garden; and from thence it was parted, and became into four heads. 11 The name of the first is Pison: that is it which compasseth the whole land of Havilah, where there is gold; 12 And the gold of that land is good: there is bdellium and the onyx stone. 13 And the name of the second river is Gihon: the same is it that compasseth the whole land of Ethiopia. 14 And the name of the third river is Hiddekel: that is it which goeth toward the east of Assyria. And the fourth river is Euphrates. 
Genesis 2:10-14 KJV