In the gentle springtime breeze, they sway,
Pink petals whispering secrets of the day,
Each bloom a testament to fleeting grace,
A beauty that time cannot erase.
Underneath the cherry blossoms, we stand,
Hand in hand, dreaming of a timeless land,
Their delicate scent fills the air,
A moment of peace, so rare, so fair.
As the petals dance and twirl around,
They paint the sky without a sound,
Memories of joy and love they bring,
A silent symphony that makes hearts sing.
In the twilight of the setting sun,
The magic of cherry blossoms has just begun,
A reminder of lifeâs fleeting bloom,
In their short-lived beauty, there’s no room for gloom.