Drifting on the breeze
A scent that puts my soul at ease
Lilac fragrance fills the air
Triggering memories of time without care
Delicate blossoms on the sprig
Not long they’ll last what joy they bring
One bush here another there
Signals of spring sight and smell to share
Grandpa loved the flower
In it’s color there laid such power
When I was just a child
The bush he planted grew so wild
Outside my bedroom window
The bush would bloom and ever grow
Never again to be shorn
As each spring its scent would be reborn
Now my paint brush
Tries to capture the fragrant rush
Of my own Lilac bouquet
Whose color and scent hold me sway
And when the canvas
Has taken my color within each crevasse
Then the scent of Lilac
Will be captured and kept intact
And I will have painted
Pure nature, perfect in essence and untainted
A scent that puts my soul at ease
Lilac fragrance fills the air
Triggering memories of time without care
Delicate blossoms on the sprig
Not long they’ll last what joy they bring
One bush here another there
Signals of spring sight and smell to share
Grandpa loved the flower
In it’s color there laid such power
When I was just a child
The bush he planted grew so wild
Outside my bedroom window
The bush would bloom and ever grow
Never again to be shorn
As each spring its scent would be reborn
Now my paint brush
Tries to capture the fragrant rush
Of my own Lilac bouquet
Whose color and scent hold me sway
And when the canvas
Has taken my color within each crevasse
Then the scent of Lilac
Will be captured and kept intact
And I will have painted
Pure nature, perfect in essence and untainted
