Pinecone Personified

I fell from my home, even farther from grace
Been kicked around and stepped on
Just another disgrace

For I wasn’t a flower, nor was I a wreath
Finding comfort in compost
’Cause that’s what’s underneath

I pray that my words will be planted like seeds
So they’ll grow into warnings
Of unjustified creeds

But when I am gone, there will still stand that tree
And I need to remember
It never defined me.