Beneath the azure sky they bloom,
Gentle whispers in the breeze,
A fleeting dance of pink and white,
Embracing the world with ease.

The branches sway in silent grace,
As petals drift to earth below,
A tapestry of dreams they weave,
In gardens where the blossoms grow.

Each blossom tells a tale of time,
Of seasons past and yet to come,
In fragile beauty they remind,
The heart to beat, the soul to hum.

As twilight falls, their glow persists,
A gentle light that softly gleams,
In the night they stand and whisper,
Of hope, of love, and endless dreams.