petals drift softly,
touching the ground
before anyone can say
goodbye.

beneath the blooming tree,
children share laughter,
holding fragile blossoms
as if time might pause.

the river reflects pale pink light,
the village breathes in spring,
and every moment feels
quietly precious.

“桜” speaks of beauty —
not because it lasts,
but because it does not.

watercolor captures
the tenderness of passing days,
where joy and farewell
exist side by side.

perhaps we love most deeply
what blooms fully,
knowing it will soon
return to the wind.