In the garden where the cherry blossoms bloom,
Two friends sit beneath the sky’s gentle loom.
Their laughter weaves through the whispering trees,
A tapestry of time, where moments freeze.

From ancient scrolls, their stories unfold,
In ink and brush, their wisdom retold.
Through seasons’ change, their spirits remain,
Bound by respect, in joy and in pain.

The moonlight casts a silver glow,
On paths they’ve walked, where memories flow.
In every shared glance, a silent song,
A friendship that stands, unwavering and strong.

As lanterns float on the tranquil night,
Their hearts are warmed by the softest light.
A bond that transcends the ebb of time,
In harmony’s dance, their spirits climb.