Sakura

Oh, how many songs have been sung for you,

How many poems have been written, it's true,

You were born, captivating in your own way,

Both ancient and youthful hearts in your sway.

In the sunset, you dance with colors so bright,

Filling the spring air with your sweet delight,

A princess you are among the blooming flowers,

Oh sakura, the gods' most cherished treasure.

I paint you on a canvas with such care,

And in the distance, a mountain tall and rare,

There, a lake where birds sing a melodic tune,

A paradise, a tranquil oasis, under the moon.