In the land where cherry blossoms dance,
Underneath the moonlit trance,
They whisper tales of ancient lore,
Of samurai and geisha yore.

Kimonos rustle in the breeze,
With colors vibrant, they tease,
As lanterns glow in twilight’s hue,
Creating dreams in shades of blue.

Tokyo’s streets, alive with light,
Neon signs that pierce the night,
Yet amidst the bustling throng,
Nature’s song remains so strong.

Temples stand with silent grace,
Guardians of this sacred space,
In every corner, life unfolds,
A tapestry of stories told.