Sweet lilacs sway in gentle breeze,
soft colors dance with graceful ease—
purple whispers, mauve’s embrace,
pink petals glowing, nature’s face.

In the garden, quiet and bright,
I pick these blooms in morning light,
fragrant secrets held so near,
a tender moment, pure and clear.

Each flower a poem, soft and sweet,
a gift from earth beneath my feet,
with every touch, a calm delight,
sweet lilacs bloom in pastel light.