POETREE

I am actually going to write a different third stanza as an exercise and answer to your question.

peel your clementines
like compass stars, and your trash
will bloom orange suns

silver and gold diadems
abandoned, tarnish and fade,

return to pumpkin
dust, Cinderella returns
to ash, you return


I will answer where I envision this going later, in case someone (JJ and Liz included) wants to continue from my third stanza variation.