In quiet gardens where cherry blossoms fall,
The whispers of the past gently call.
Beneath the shade of ancient trees,
The spirit of Japan dances with the breeze.

Lanterns glow with a soft, warm light,
Guiding souls through the tranquil night.
In teahouses, stories softly unfold,
Of warriors brave and hearts of gold.

Kimonos rustle in the evening air,
Each stitch a tale, woven with care.
On tatami mats, lives intertwine,
A dance of culture, timeless and fine.

The sound of a koto, gentle and clear,
Echoes of a time both distant and near.
In every corner, in every lane,
The essence of Japan, forever remains.