Prunus avium

Trying to understand who I am, where I'm going, I start far and wide looking for myself, a place I'll be able to call home, I remember a place I called home, when I was a kid, a cherry tree, that spring feeling….But how the tree grows ... so do I, and you no longer feel those feelings as before, but you remember them, and you would like to go back as if it were the first time .... and how the tree dies, So do I…