In the early dawn, whispers softly call,
Petals awaken, in pink they softly fall.
A gentle breeze carries tales untold,
Of cherry blossoms in hues of gold.
Beneath their shade, dreams gently unfold,
Stories of love and secrets of old.
The world pauses, in awe and wonder,
As cherry blossoms bloom, a gentle thunder.
In the fleeting beauty, time stands still,
A moment captured, a heart to fill.
Underneath the canopy, souls unite,
Bathed in the glow of morning light.
As the sun sets, the petals dance away,
A fleeting memory of a perfect day.
Cherry blossoms whisper, then they’re gone,
Leaving behind a promise of dawn.