Gadfly’s tree

Once there was a gadfly who said:
I have been broken by this world
I am the wreckage of a fly!
I have admired this tree long enough
Let me go and stand beneath it’s branches!
The branches replied:
Be my instrument, broken flute
The world cannot darken gold
Nor love’s gifts destroy
Nor sandstorms
But polish diamonds.
It was your choices that concealed
Your habits that hid
Your decisions that disassembled
Your foolishness that forgot
How it is
You came to stand
Beneath this tree.