Soft as a whisper, pale as dawn
They fall before we know they’re gone
Silver light on fragile skin
Spring begins… and ends within
We stand beneath a painted sky
Watching beauty learn to die
No sound of grief, no scream, no cry
Just petals drifting by
They bloom with fearless honesty
No promise of eternity
A quiet blaze against the cold
A story never meant to hold
Cherry blossoms in the wind
Born to fall, not to defend
Brilliant for a fleeting breath
Dancing on the edge of death
If all we are is passing light
Then let us burn this bright tonight
If all we are is passing light
Then let us burn this bright tonight
Each petal carries silent grace
A thousand dreams we can’t replace
They don’t resist the falling air
They trust the earth will hold them there
And maybe we are just the same
A spark, a whisper, not a name
Here for a moment, gone too soon
A fragile, fading tune
But oh, the sky remembers still
The pink that crowned the silent hill
Nothing lost, just rearranged
Beauty never dies, just changes
Cherry blossoms in the wind
Falling slow, unashamed
If we must fade, then let it be
With quiet dignity
For every fall, a seed is sown
In unseen places we’ve outgrown
Petals fall but life remains
Hold the moment
Feel it now
Even falling
Is sacred somehow