The air is light with fleeting time

She sways where daylight softly glows,
Among the blooms, where silence flows.
A whisper drapes her porcelain skin,
As cherry blossoms dance within.

The air is light with fleeting time,
A moment caught in nature’s rhyme.
A sigh, a thought, a world unseen,
Where dreams are stitched in silver sheen.

No weight of past, nor fears untold,
Just petals bright and hands to hold.
A fleeting waltz in morning’s gleam,
Suspended here… within a dream.