In the heart of Kyoto’s silent streets,
Where cherry blossoms gently greet,
The whispers of an ancient past,
In every breeze and shadow cast.
Lanterns glow with a soft embrace,
Lighting paths of tranquil grace,
The tea house hums a sacred song,
Where time stands still and moments prolong.
Kimonos flutter in the gentle wind,
Stories in their folds pinned,
Sake cups filled with liquid light,
A toast to the tranquil night.
Beneath Mount Fujiâs watchful eye,
Seasons come and seasons fly,
Yet in each moment, lifeâs pure art,
In Japan, it touches the heart.