The cherry blossoms twirl and sway, A fleeting dance in spring’s embrace, With petals soft that drift away, Their beauty fades without a trace. Yet in their loss, new life begins, In nature’s hand, the cycle spins.
- John Maynard Keynes
The cherry blossoms twirl and sway, A fleeting dance in spring’s embrace, With petals soft that drift away, Their beauty fades without a trace. Yet in their loss, new life begins, In nature’s hand, the cycle spins.