Blossoms float on a gentle breeze,

Bringing delight to the faces in the crowd.

A magical tune fills the air,

Something foreign but familiar to the ear.

Water trickles through a bamboo tube,

Click, it flips and pours atop the stone.

A steady beat starts across the field,

Taiko drumming draws the crowd.

But the garden is full of peace

And pulls the quiet ones away

Cherry blossoms and bonsai surround,

Bamboo filters the sun’s rays,,

In the shade we take our rest,

Nibble on red bean ice cream,

And let the day fade away to night,

Until the navy sky comes to life,

Sparkles and booms bid us good night.

Now it is time to rest our weary heads.