"Sakura"
In the garden's hush, 'neath twilight's pall, Cherry blossoms sway, a silent thrall. Their petals whisper soft goodbyes, In mirrored depths where dreams arise.
With mournful grace, on mirrored sheen, The blossoms pirouette, then fall unseen. For in their bloom, they dance, they sigh, But all too soon, they fade and die.
In hues of pink and fragile white, They paint the waters with soft light. Even as they grace the water's gleam, Their fate is sealed, a fleeting dream.
Like whispers lost in evening's glow, In nature's cycle, swift they go. Each blossom, a reminder clear, Of life's ephemeral veneer.
In every fall, a solemn plea, To cherish moments, let them be. For life, like blossoms, swift and fleet, In moments past, we find it sweet. ...