If lilacs be perennial
Renewing every year,
Why should we be annual
And end our
Twelve-month here?
Lilac lives and
Lilac dies,
Then in our paradise
The bird, the beast,
The humble bee,
Fret not about
A heaven.
The wisdom and
The blessing
They were given.
Can you feel
Coming on you
The simplicity of age?
Let it wash you,
Cleanse you,
A blessed privilege
That eases us to fellowship
With lilac, bird, and bee.
The Eden garden we forsook
Was such simplicity.