In the heart of cherry blossoms’ bloom,
Where petals dance beneath the moon,
The gentle whispers of the night,
Guide souls through dreams of pure delight.

Amidst the fields of golden grain,
Where summer’s warmth begins to wane,
The cicadas’ song fills the air,
A symphony of nature’s care.

Autumn paints the maple leaves red,
A tapestry where memories are spread,
The quiet rustle as they fall,
Echoes of time’s gentle call.

Winter’s breath on temples old,
Stories of courage quietly told,
In the silence of the snow,
The spirit of Japan softly glows.