We were the times, under the lilac
blooming during mid spring
The rings of flowers we bring
Trying to cage life within.
When the wrens start to gather
We know spring has arrived
And along with it, our elated spirits
With which we must abide.
So many springs have passed by
With rings of flowers, or thrones of life?
Filling our indecisive minds
With joy and sorrow, all combined.
With every minute, that passes
We stand in debt to time, that chooses
Unwilling to let go of the times
Under the lilac, Blooming during mid spring.