Japanese Garden

Amidst the city's relentless pulse and roar, Lies a sanctuary, the Japanese garden’s core. Stepping through its gates, a portal to a dream, Into a realm where Zen's whispers gleam. Bonsai trees, like ancient elders, bow, Their emerald whispers, a silent vow. Evergreen sentinels sculpted with care, Stand as guardians in the tranquil air. A teahouse hovers, a tranquil pond’s embrace, A crimson bridge, a poet’s arching grace. Below, Koi fish drift in a painted dance, Stone lanterns cast shadows, a mystical trance. Waterfall's lullaby, nature’s own hymn, Cherry blossoms and maples with limbs so slim. Their petals, whispers of springtime’s kiss, In this Eden, find your tranquil bliss. Bamboo groves whisper secrets old, Gravel paths, stories silently told. Each step a journey from strife and toil, In this sacred soil, let your spirit uncoil.