Pour out peace in the depths of the earth

The branches which carried the lies from your bosom blossomed little fragments of my soul. As the seasons changed, the buds became peaches, and when they were ripe for picking they were instead left to rot. They rotted into the dirt at your base, and when the skies would cry I would swell; but below the ground as well as above is your reach, and that too was fleeting.

When the men came in with their plans for the apartment complex, you were taken from the earth and turned to sawdust. All that was left of you was the seeds which flew away on the winds. For myself I was dug away, parts thrown to the air where they drifted along, others washed away to the seas or buried beneath the concrete where they would change into new lives with time.

But, for those pieces thrown to the air, those little descendants of my soul fragments, they scoured the earth. And sometimes they would crash against what became of your seeds, living that same life once more. And though there is strife and taking, loneliness and spite... those are the pieces of me most happy.