Tradition Etched in Words

Nihongo Mandala

In the land where cherry blossoms fall,
Your journey begins with a gentle call.

One quiet step, like petals in flight,
Touched by the wind, soft as twilight.

Amid the hush of crimson leaves,
Words unfold like dawn on ancient eaves.

Each line a thread in time’s embrace,
Weaving tales that time can’t erase.

Feel the breath of traditions near,
Let your spirit rise—and learn to hear.