Beneath the skies of blue and grey,
Cherry blossoms softly sway.
Petals fall like gentle rain,
Leaving whispers in their wake.
In the dawn of early spring,
Natureâs beauty starts to sing.
Delicate flowers, pure and bright,
Paint the world in hues of light.
Each bloom a fleeting, precious sight,
A symbol of lifeâs tender flight.
In their brief, ephemeral dance,
They remind us to seize our chance.
Beneath their boughs, in silent awe,
We find a peace, a sacred law.
Cherry blossoms, soft and fair,
Teach us of life’s gentle care.