Beneath the Blush of Cherry Skies

Beneath the blush of cherry skies, She walks where fallen petals rise, A teal kimono, blooms in flight, Like sakura kissed by fading light.

She is the flower, bold and rare, With blossoms woven through her hair, A fleeting bloom, yet strong and pure, In petals soft — she will endure.

Her obi bound in mossy green, A violet hem sweeps soft, serene, While ancient branches frame her grace, Pink blossoms crown her quiet place.

She is the flower, bold and rare, With blossoms woven through her hair, A fleeting bloom, yet strong and pure, In petals soft — she will endure.

Each step a petal, soft and sure... In bloom — forever to endure.