Your scent transcends and pulls me back in time

When my canvas was yet nearly blank and white

When its surface encountered with mud brown and chlorophyl green

Splashes and dashes of unwearied curiosity

Come follow me to the meadow where the spruces meet And I could weave you a wreath of golden daisies

for your raven-silk hair, flowing light through the air

Woodland and slopes you also call your home

On a chalice tiled is where your bloom's enthroned Unimposing smell of fruit bonbon and ripened peach, as sweet

and lighthearted as us when hanging apples would still be out of reach

Come follow me to the meadow where the spruces meet And I could weave you a wreath of golden daisies

for your raven-silk hair, flowing light through the air

Time flies I heard the elders saying

But when I look up into the sky I only see my kite swaying And some floating cotton candy that the winds have ripped Because they can't stop scrambling for another bit

Your purple blue retells this scene snippet

Come follow me to the meadow where the spruces meet And I could weave you a wreath of golden daisies

for your raven-silk hair, flowing light through the air