Beneath the azure sky, they bloom in grace,
A tapestry of pink, a gentle embrace.
Petals unfurl, in the soft morning light,
Dancing with whispers, a delicate sight.
In the heart of spring, they weave a dream,
Fragile yet bold, in the sun’s warm beam.
Each blossom a story, a moment to hold,
Fleeting and timeless, in beauty untold.
The breeze carries their subtle perfume,
A symphony of nature, in quiet bloom.
Like fleeting memories, they drift away,
Painting the earth in a soft ballet.
Underneath their shade, the world feels still,
A moment suspended, a gentle thrill.
Cherry blossoms whisper of life’s sweet kiss,
In their brief splendor, we find our bliss.