Do not fret, eat instead from this fruit i know you will like
i will miss you very much, but your duties matter too.
Hoping to comfort Persephone, Hades kissed his Queen's cheek. He gave her a cherry red pomegranate, and as she pressed its sweet juices against her lips she listened to his words.
She climbed into the chariot and bid her husband farewell, as Hermes sped them off to the middle realm of mother Earth
The flowers sang joyfully of her return and her mother beamed with pride. The old Persephone was gone and she was now a bold, beautiful and wise. Yet the more Demeter inquired about her experiences, the more she worried that the life she knew was gone.
She recalled a declaration Zeus had made from the heavens up above: in order to Persephone to return home, she must be as pure as the day she left her mothers side. However the ruby stain on her lips spoke the beauty's fate. Persephone had tasted the fruit of life and it could not be erased.
Even so, Zeus loved his daughter too much to send her back to Hades without the hope of returning to her mother's abode above. So, each spring Persephone comes back with the flowers that pave her way to tell the story of rebirth and harmony.
And each fall when she leaves again for the underworld below, her mother mourns and winter comes. Yet, for Persephone there is no remorse. She looks forward to the time she spends as Hades' Queen and wife, and to guiding those who have lost their way to the next way of life.