cherry blossoms
enticed—
children and laughter
wafts in the air,
dance around,
a carousel of joy
beneath the flush of pink
hoping
to embody the tree spirit,
they whirl,
hands stretched outwards,
fingers fluttering like petals
in the soft embrace of spring
amidst this tender chaos,
a quietude blooms,
as if every laugh, step,
and cherry blossom
whispers secrets
of renewal, of fleeting beauty
captured in the heart
of the beholder
the dance slows,
the laughter mellows,
yet the fragrance lingers—
a memory
of pink, of joy,
of a moment
imbued with the passage of time
By: Sophia Xia