In the soft embrace of morning light,
Cherry blossoms whisper secrets of old,
Petals dance on the breeze, pure and bright,
Painting the sky with hues of pink and gold.

Beneath the boughs where shadows gently sway,
Dreams are woven in the tapestry of spring,
Each blossom a promise of fleeting days,
As nature’s gentle lullabies softly sing.

The world pauses in awe of their grace,
As time stands still beneath their gentle rain,
In every petal’s fall, a warm embrace,
A fleeting beauty, never to remain.

Yet in their brief bloom, life finds its song,
A reminder of the beauty in the now,
For in their fading, they remind us all along,
To cherish every moment, this they vow.