In the heart of Kyoto’s gentle breeze,
Cherry blossoms dance with grace,
Whispers of ancient tales they tease,
Floating dreams in a timeless space.

Underneath the moon’s soft glow,
Geishas walk with poise and pride,
Through narrow streets they gently flow,
Traditions held as time’s guide.

The tea ceremony’s quiet art,
With every sip, a story unfolds,
In silence, souls find their part,
In the warmth of the cup it holds.

As seasons change with vibrant hues,
Mount Fuji stands, a silent sage,
In every dawn, a life renewed,
In every heart, a tranquil page.