A blossom tree sways in the wind,

Its branches reaching out, so thinned,

Beneath the moonlit sky, so bright,

Its petals dance, like stars at night.

The wind it blows, with gentle ease,

As the petals dance among the trees,

And the moon it shines, with golden hue,

As the blossom tree, it comes to view.

Its roots go deep, into the earth,

As it reaches up, to show its worth,

A symbol of beauty, strength, and grace,

A reminder of life's delicate embrace.

The wind it picks up, with a sudden gust,

As the blossom tree, it sways with trust,

And the moon it watches, with curious eyes,

As the petals dance, like butterflies.

In this moment, there's a certain peace,

As the blossom tree, it finds release,

And the wind it blows, with gentle force,

As the petals sway, without remorse.

And so, beneath the moonlit sky,

The blossom tree, it comes alive,

A symbol of life's strength,beauty, and hopes.