In spring's soft blush, the cherry trees awake,
With petals like whispers, in the gentle breeze they quake.
A canopy of pink, as far as eyes can see,
A fleeting, tender beauty, nature's jubilee.
They dance in the sunlight, a delicate display,
Each blossom a moment, before it fades away.
The air is sweet with promise, as laughter fills the park,
Beneath the blooming branches, love ignites a spark.
Children chase the petals, like dreams upon the ground,
While lovers share their secrets, in the beauty all around.
As twilight softly lingers and stars begin to gleam,
The cherry blossoms whisper, the night holds a dream.
Though seasons come and go and every bloom must fall,
The memories remain, like echoes in the hall.
So cherish every moment, hold each one up high,
For just like cherry blossoms, time too will pass us by.