In the heart of spring, where dreams unfold,
Cherry blossoms paint the skies bold.
Petals whisper secrets of time untold,
In their fleeting beauty, stories are told.

Beneath their boughs, shadows softly sway,
A gentle reminder of nature’s play.
In pink and white, they gracefully display,
The promise of hope in each passing day.

The breeze carries their sweet embrace,
A tender touch in this tranquil space.
In the dance of petals, we find our place,
A moment of peace, a gentle grace.

As blossoms fall, like tears from the sky,
We watch them drift, and softly sigh.
In their brief life, we see and try,
To grasp the beauty before they fly.