In the heart of quiet mornings, where whispers softly sing,
The cherry blossoms dance, in the grace of spring.
Beneath the gentle sun, stories old and bright,
Unfold in shadows delicate, in the softest light.
In bustling streets alive, where tradition meets the new,
The laughter blends with echoes of skies forever blue.
Tea houses gently hum with tales of olden days,
While lanterns paint the night in warm, nostalgic haze.
Mountains clad in mist, where silence finds its voice,
Echo through the bamboo groves with natureâs gentle poise.
Temples stand in reverence, guardians of the past,
In every stone and whisper, timeless memories cast.
From the waves that kiss the shore, to the fields of golden rice,
A tapestry of life unfolds, serene and precise.
Underneath the starlit skies, dreams quietly align,
In the land of rising sun, where heart and spirit shine.