Cherry Blossom Solitude

On shores of sand, a figure stands,
A whisper caught in gentle lands.
In flowing red, a vivid flame,
A barefoot girl without a name.The tranquil water, still and deep,
Where azure skies and white clouds sleep.
Reflecting dreams on glassy face,
A peaceful, dreamy, silent space.A hillside holds a pink-hued crown,
As cherry petals flutter down.
A painter's touch, a Ghibli grace,
This sweet and solitary place.