This lovely evening
The garden sings, singing Spring
It's here

The air strokes my cheek
And I turn
The lilacs catch my eye

They swing slowly and softly
Like a rocking chair cradling back and forth
Whispering the dawn of rebirth as they silently grow

Lacing them through my hand, it's so sweet on my palm
With the dampened cool keeping me company
Lovingly watching over me to make sure I'm still comfortable

The rustling of the leaves greet me
I greet back and say
hello hello
They rustle once more

I close my eyes and hear the Earth
Mother Earth listens to me
Tell me mother, was this meant for me?
Child, child. My life is for thee.