When violet grew in my backyard
When violet grew in my backyard,
The sun was raging and the soil was charred.
But she was a beauty in a dauntless form
As she survived through the sun and the storm.
And days passed away though the time seemed still
And the season of love became the season of chill,
The violet danced on with a radiant glow
Till she breathed her last under the shower of snow.
The chill pressed on through its benign crime
And the violet seemed a memory buried in time.
But as days passed by and life went on,
The spring walked over now that winter was gone.
Like a miracle enchanting, straight out of the blue
Like a Lazarus, the violet was reborn anew.
So when time is difficult and the onslaught is hard
I remember the time when violet grew in my backyard.