Beneath the canopy of tender pink,
Where cherry blossoms dance and sway,
The whispers of the gentle breeze,
Sing songs of spring’s eternal day.

Each petal falls with silent grace,
A fleeting kiss upon the ground,
In their descent, they trace the path,
Of dreams where new beginnings are found.

The branches bow with humble pride,
Adorned in nature’s finest dress,
A transient beauty here resides,
A moment’s peace, a soul’s caress.

As twilight casts its golden hue,
The blossoms shimmer, soft and bright,
A fleeting wonder, pure and true,
Embraced by the tender light of night.