In the heart of spring, where whispers dance,
Cherry blossoms sway in a gentle trance.
Petals soft, like whispered dreams,
Floating down in tender streams.

Beneath the trees, a world anew,
Where light cascades in gentle hues.
Pink and white, a fleeting grace,
Nature’s gift, a brief embrace.

With each petal’s fall, a silent song,
A reminder that we don’t belong
To time’s unyielding, rushing tide,
But to moments where we gently glide.

The cherry blossoms, in their fleeting stay,
Teach us to cherish each passing day.
In their beauty, a silent plea,
To find joy in life’s epiphany.