Whispers of Sakura

Petals drift in gentle flight, Soft as dreams in the quiet night, A fleeting kiss of pink and white, Cherry blossoms in fragile light.Beneath their boughs, shadows play, Dancing ghosts of yesterday, A life, a breath, that slips away, In the blush of an April day.Each flower born to a brief fate, Beauty carved by hands of fate, A silent lesson not to wait, For moments gone we cannot sate.Branches bend with whispered grace, Reflecting on the mirrored face Of a pond where koi trace, Circles round a timeless space.In spring’s embrace, they softly fall, A thousand sighs to greet them all, Moments held and moments small, A tapestry of life’s great sprawl.In their bloom, a truth we find, A fleeting glimpse of heart and mind, Cherry blossoms, soft yet unkind, Remind us all of days behind.