A haiku about a cherry blossom.

Every time I wake up in the land of the living I am thankful.

The Spring of our lives will never return. We can just rejoice in its memories once it’s gone.

Breaking through from insecurity to security and getting rid of baggage that held me back for years.

We’re not perfect, but we’re not hopeless either.

The faint light of dawn confirms the bright light of day, with the vibrancy of Nature, as she meets the morn.

A haiku by Aardaerimus.

I thought these would be my vows when I wrote this, at the age of 20.