Some things shatter, some things bloom

A tree as old as time spread its arms through the sky; leaves and flowers in full bloom.
A sickly-sweet fruit drops down hard, spraying and shattering across me, as I sit on its roots.

Glass shatters on the road, filling the cracks I hadn’t observed before.
A few weeks later, tiny leaves of a sturdy plant unfurl, and the glass is there no more.

The rain slaps down hard, shattering against my window.
Happiness and peace bloom in my chest, lifting up my soul.