Whispers of Sakura

Beneath sakura trees, in the spring's embrace, Nature weaves tales, in each gentle race. Ethereal petals fall, time slows its pace, Every fleeting cherry bloom, a hint of grace. In summer's blaze, leaves become jade thread, Watching over streams, by moon's soft light fed. Mount Fuji stands proud, starlight overhead, In this silent serenity, no words are said. Autumn stirs colors, in an ember kiss, Where koi dance and play, in tranquil bliss. As winter snow mantles, in hushed white abyss, Nature's gentle symphony, is ageless like this. {end}