The Botanist of Quiet Hours

[Intro]
[Verse]
Sunlight filters through the pane
Softly washing out the stain
Of a hundred years of rain
I find you in the dust again
In this palace made of glass
Watching all the seasons pass
[Pre-Chorus]
Vellum pages thin and cold
Stories that were never told
In a script of faded gold
Secrets that the bindings hold
[Chorus]
Oh, the jasmine in the air
Smallest acts of quiet care
Every leaf a silent prayer
I can feel you standing there
Through the glass and through the years
Wash away the old-world fears
[Post-Chorus]
Fragile and bright
In the morning light
Holding so tight
To the edge of night
[Verse]
Pressed within a heavy fold
Fern fronds green and never old
Smudged ink where the pen was bold
A life of grace, a story told
You named the petals one by one
Working till the day was done
[Chorus]
Oh, the jasmine in the air
Smallest acts of quiet care
Every leaf a silent prayer
I can feel you standing there
Through the glass and through the years
Wash away the old-world fears
[Bridge]
A stranger's hand upon the quill
The iron ribs are standing still
A legacy of windowsill
And every hollow space you fill
No marble stone or city street
Just the earth beneath your feet
[Verse]
The cor anglais begins to sigh
Underneath a painted sky
Time is just a lullaby
We don't ever really die
If a garden keeps our name
If the spirit stays the same
[Chorus]
Oh, the jasmine in the air
Smallest acts of quiet care
Every leaf a silent prayer
I can feel you standing there
Through the glass and through the years
Wash away the old-world fears
[Post-Chorus]
Fragile and bright
In the morning light
Holding so tight
To the edge of night
[Break]
[Chorus]
Oh, the jasmine in the air
Smallest acts of quiet care
Every leaf a silent prayer
I can feel you standing there
Through the glass and through the years
Wash away the old-world fears
[Outro]