(The place where I live presently is witnessing cherry blossom. An event that announces the arrival of spring, and presents a sight that fills one with joy, serenity and elation. Swathes of street, and at times the whole street lined with cherry trees burst into a flamboyance of pink, white and mauve, transforming mundane avenues into ephemeral galleries of nature’s artistry. No invitation could be more fetching than to feast the eyes on an extra-ordinarily spectacular yet tenderly bewitching sight.
Cherry blossoms are a symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal, and the fleeting nature of life. Their life is very short. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall.Though ephemeral, they etch themselves into memory, their fleeting presence a reminder to find beauty in simplicity. As they paint the world in hues of pink and white, they invite us to embrace life’s transient moments, where even the briefest bloom leaves an everlasting imprint on the soul.
Cherry Blossoms-the extra-ordinary spectacle- offers a reflection of the nature’s magic.)
I wander down a desolate street,
Adorned with cherry blossoms sweet.
In hues of pink and softest mauve,
Sun-dappled, vibrant, divinely soft.
In the realm of Cherry Blossom’s sigh,
Time surrenders to a tranquil sky.
A sanctuary of serenity unfurls,
As petals dance, like whispers in swirls.
Delicate hues, a painter’s dream,
Pink and mauve in nature’s stream.
Blossoms twirl in delicate grace,
Transforming moments, in time’s embrace.
A fleeting bloom, a symphony rare,
Ephemeral beauty beyond compare.
Symbol of renewal, life’s transient art,
Cherry Blossom’s dance, a soul’s restart.
In Japan's embrace, a cultural hymn,
Where cherry blossoms fill the rim.
Spring whispers promises anew,
Breathing hope under skies so blue.
Haiku whispers, in seventeen beats,
Cherry Blossom’s tale, nature meets.
Basho’s pen, a lady and her sword,
In blooms’ embrace, a story soared.
Eternal love in petals’ fall,
Cherry Blossom’s timeless call.
Arthurian legends, love's brief spree,
In blooms of Tristan and Isolde, we see.
Chinese folklore, a princess’s tale,
Cherry Blossoms, love’s eternal trail.
Beauty’s fleeting, yet memories stay,
In hearts and minds, forever they sway.
Ephemeral yet a joy profound,
Cherry Blossoms, life’s cycle unbound.
In simplicity, beauty's found,
In fleeting moments, grace is crowned.
As petals drift, in gentle breeze,
Cherry Blossom’s whisper, hearts appease.
Nature’s artistry, in pink and white,
A dance of joy, in day and night.
Cherry Blossom’s beauty, a timeless song,
In hearts and minds, forever strong.
A paradox of transient delight,
In memory’s garden, a perennial flight.
So let us cherish, each bloom and breath,
In Cherry Blossom’s embrace, life's depth.
For in their fleeting, fragile grace,
Eternal beauty finds its place.
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