As the tree is to the physical realm of things, her blossoms are to time, as the blossoms are ever changing and an aspect of the body of the tree, therefore the tree, ever changing. The blossoms fall, no longer cleaving onto the branches, no longer
Existing in that realm: but the tree is forever changed by the bloom that was there.
And the same tree as it was is no longer so. And new buds spring to life, soon blooming. Each bloom infinite in the fleetingness of it's time upon the tree.
Her fragrance always known, both of her aspects, and not momentarily of herself, all at once.