Beneath the cherry blossoms’ delicate rain,
Where ancient temples whisper tales of old,
The scent of incense mingles with the spring,
As geishas dance and stories gently unfold.

In tea houses where time seems to stand still,
Ceremonies of grace and calm prevail,
The silent art of tea, a mindful thrill,
In every sip, a journey through the veil.

The bustling streets of Tokyo hum with life,
Neon lights painting dreams in vibrant hues,
Amidst the chaos, peace cuts like a knife,
In gardens where the koi fish gently cruise.

From mountain shrines to bustling city heart,
The essence of Japan in every part,
A land where past and future intertwine,
In every soul, a harmony divine.