In the heart of Nihon

In the heart of Nihon, where the midday sun reigns,

Lie ancient secrets wrapped in time’s reins.

Land of the verdant, land of the bright,

Bearing witness to ages, bathed in pure light.

Through arched bridges spanning tranquil streams,

Where the lotus bloom in daylit dreams.

A dance of shadows on the Shoji screen,

In the wabi-sabi, the simple and serene.

Old timber and new steel side by side,

An architectural dialogue, nothing to hide.

Wood and stone, green and gray,

In the heart of the day, in quiet ballet.

Bamboo forests, a silent soiree,

Echoes of Zen in the midday ray.

Stoic castles atop emerald knolls,

Architecture whispering tales untold.

In manicured gardens, time takes a rest,

A tranquil koi pond, in sunshine dressed.

Every stone, every path, a story to tell,

Underneath the sky, where the sun-dwelling dwell.

Torii gates stand tall and grand,

Between two worlds, they quietly stand.

Their crimson form against the jade,

An endless journey of shadows and glade.

Paper lanterns, stilled by the day,

Harbingers of dreams, in the sun's gentle play.

They sleep in the day, waiting for the moon,

A tale of light from morning till noon.

Tea houses nestled in the verdant shroud,

A silent dialogue, not uttered aloud.

The chashitsu whispers in the breeze,

A symphony of stories in the sun-kissed trees.

A cityscape's heart beats in the noon,

Neon promises waiting for the moon.

Rising high above, the buildings gaze,

Onto roads winding like an endless maze.

Amidst the silence, a singular note,

The sound of wood block, in the air, it floats.

In the folds of time, secrets weave,

An architectural rhapsody, the midday perceives.

Through the lens of time, the sun's radiant glow,

Bathes the land in shades of tomorrow.

In the heart of Japan, where shadows play,

Dwells a story, written in the heart of the day.