In the heart of Kyoto’s silent embrace,
Where ancient temples touch the sky,
The cherry blossoms softly grace,
As time and seasons gently fly.

Beneath the moon’s serene, soft light,
The geishas dance in silk so fine,
Their footsteps whisper through the night,
A culture rich, a life divine.

The bamboo forest, tall and true,
Stands witness to the samurai’s might,
A history painted in shades of blue,
Of honor, courage, and endless fight.

In bustling streets, the modern blends,
With traditions old, a seamless weave,
A land where past and future mend,
In harmony, they never leave.