Beneath the azure skies they bloom,
Soft petals whispering in the breeze,
A fleeting beauty, dreams in plume,
Their fragrance carried through the trees.

In dawn’s embrace, they gently sway,
Like dancers in a silent song,
Each blossom holds the light of day,
A moment brief, yet bright and strong.

The world adorned in pink and white,
A tapestry of nature’s art,
They paint the days with pure delight,
And touch the stillness of the heart.

When twilight comes and petals fall,
Their legacy in memory stays,
A tender echo, nature’s call,
Of springtime’s gentle, fleeting days.