Spring talks

Cherry blossoms are singing to me,
In whispers soft as the rustling breeze,
Petals dance gracefully from the tree,
Painting the air with delicate ease.

They sway in the sunlight, a pink-tinted hue,
Each bloom tells a story of warmth and of cheer,
As springtime awakens the world to renew,
Their sweet, fleeting beauty draws close and draws near.

I wander beneath their soft, gentle sighs,
Lost in the magic of nature's embrace,
Each branch like a lover who tenderly ties
Moments of wonder in a luminous space.

So let me remain where the blossoms are bright,
In the symphony soft that the petals impart,
For cherry blossoms whisper of joy and of light,
A melody precious that sings to my heart.