In the gentle breeze of cherry blossoms,Whispers of ancient tales unfold,Time slows under the moonlit glow,In a land where tradition holds.The tea ceremony, a dance of grace,Hands move in silent reverie,Each sip a moment captured in time,In this serene, sacred tapestry.Lanterns light the path of night,Guiding hearts through tranquil streets,The sound of laughter, soft and bright,In festivals where joy and history meet.Mountains stand as guardians tall,Echoing the timeless call,A world where past and present blend,In Japan, where life and nature mend.