The Way of the Cherry Blossom

Life is but a fleeting thing,

A moment’s breath, a bird on its wing.

It dances by us in a blur,

A tapestry we can’t endure.

We cling to it with all our might,

As if we have some power to fight.

But time and tide, they march along,

And we are left with just a song.

The moments pass like falling leaves,

A kaleidoscope of memories.

They twist and turn, they ebb and flow,

And we must learn to let them go.

For in the beauty of this life,

There lies a truth that cuts like a knife.

That all we love, and all we know,

Will one day pass, and we must go.

But in this fleeting, fragile state,

There lies a grace that’s truly great.

For in the impermanence we see,

The beauty of eternity.

The blossoms on the cherry tree,

The stars that twinkle bright and free,

The laughter of a child at play,

All these things will pass away.

But in their passing, we must learn,

To hold them close and let them burn.

To see the beauty in their flame,

And in their passing, know no shame.

For life is but a fleeting thing,

A moment’s breath, a bird on its wing.

And in its impermanence, we find,

The beauty of the human mind.

So let us cherish every day,

And hold each moment as we may.

For in this dance, we call life,

We find beauty and strife.

And when the final curtain falls,

And we are called to leave it all,

We’ll take with us the memories,

And know that life was truly sweet.