Under the beautiful blossoms I lay,

On glossy green grass where time forgets its way.

The morning dew, gliding down the leaves, falls on my lips,

Gently, softly — in fragile, shimmering drips.

The subtle sizzling sun filters through pink-blushing leaves,

Pinning me under a tranquil peace my mind conceives.

The cooling breeze syncs with my heart in quiet blooms,

And scents me sweetly with cherry blossom perfumes.

The sky recites beautiful verses in a silent dream,

As rivers rhyme by, lost in a perfect scheme.

With clouds fluttering around in their play date,

These beautiful lyrics leave my soul in a serene state.

In the melody of wind, her blossoms dance,

They fall, brushing my eyes like beauty’s glance.

A beautiful artwork, to which my eyes lock by —

Oh my, it is beautiful, and I wonder why.

I want to forever mesmerize this astonishing trend,

I wish, I wish, in this complexion I blend.

I don’t want to go across this shade,

For this is the place I find my soul’s aid.

Tejas R, Grade 10 , green house