There is a Garden that floats among the clouds. They say it is a land where humankind is forbidden, guarded by an angel with a flaming sword.
In that place, among the shrubs and vines and trees, there can be found a pomegranate tree. It doesn't stand taller than its neighbors, nor does the sweet aroma of its bounty carry further along the wind. But every now and then, that wind does blow a ripened fruit off of its branches and knocks it to the ground, providing food and compost to its neighbors. And then, once in a while, it may hit a branch on its way down and tumble further yet from the tree. And so on.
It is said that once every thousand years, a pom from that tree rolls to the edge of the Garden and falls. As it is a soft, ripened fruit, the high winds tear it apart as it hurtles through the sky and cast its seeds across the world. They say that a single seed can grant any wish to one who eats it.