Bring me a bouquet of spring. 

Colored with all the cotton Candy pastels 

With smells of sweetness one day to wear 

With promise and tints of beginnings 

Christ-mans of Triduum with passion 

Of past and present and future 

Together inseparable as the clock silenced

Bring me a bouquet of spring, silence , passion 

Promise and hopes wrapped in pastels 

From innocence renewed and sustained .