By a certain time the a storm of fruit begins to build a head. The head will be cut up into blocks of knowledge and tools and words of teachers. just before the compression of the accumulations complete, the flower must decide to become a cloud as well or be trapped in the rain and the sun for all of its short life.
right before a flower goes on its way to change, a snapshot is taken of the rebirth.
I to my ability I'll conjure this fruitful journey of positivity into a heap of floating symbolism.