The roots went deep. The princess didn't necessarily have to listen to the plants all that much, because the actual earth was beginning to feed and nourish her seed. The grains of matter that composed the many layers of the earth, her roots reached where the rock begins. The roots didn't stop, the seed knew by nature that it had to reach the center of the earth, this was the seed's journey. Although all things would admire the above ground beauty of the princess, it was her roots in motion that were deeper. Beauty is never surface deep, it penetrates infinitely to the core of our existence.

The plants had been working their asses off, calling the wind and using it to help spread their scents, but what the princess had now discovered was that the earth was now involved, had always been. Everything wanted to go home. The earth was pulling everything in, aligning it beautifully to give the princess a good life before turning her into food. It's not until we are fully alive and our seeds can no longer grow that that we are ready to return to the earth. The princess was on her long journey to head back to the hot magma core, and the earth ensured that nothing would inhibit this journey in the least way possible. The earth was telling the plants to chill the fuck out. The earth trumps the trees.

Out of the sun before the atmosphere came a huge chunk of rock that was made into the earth by forces of orbit. It was this chunk of ancient rock with a molten center that was pulling the princess closer. She now knew why bitter was her favorite flavor. It tastes like earth, it tastes like home. Rock is stronger than trees, but hot molten lava has the power to mold the earth. The princess recognized that when looked at in this way, the earth is just like a mini-sun. Then of course she laughed, and it was time to play. When she laughed, she laughed with all the power of the rocks.