Beneath the azure sky, they bloom, so bright,
In delicate whispers, they greet the light,
Petals like silk, in the soft breeze they dance,
A fleeting beauty, caught in a glance.

Their blushes paint the world in hues so rare,
A symphony of pinks in the morning air,
Each blossom a tale of dreams and delight,
A moment in time, a pure, gentle sight.

As shadows grow long and the day fades away,
Cherry blossoms sway in their silent ballet,
With whispers of love and a promise anew,
They gift us serenity, pure and true.

Though their time is brief, their memory stays,
In our hearts, they linger, in so many ways,
A reminder that life, like blossoms in spring,
Is a precious, ephemeral, beautiful thing.