Brighter-Discontent

It begins with the earth. Providing that beautiful structure, filling every curve, every nook, every cranny, molding out hills, carving out crevices, and becoming her body. Then comes the rain. Spilling across her earthen body, breathing life into it. Letting it become something more than just the barren land. And when the rain becomes more than just the rain. It becomes a stream, a river, a lake, a sea, an ocean. swirling, and churning and adding its own personal touch to her, the woman, our earth. And with age, she is shaped. She is refined. Her lips, soft, they were formed from the blooming cherry blossoms, soft and pink, delicate a