Revolving, adapting, inventing.
Funny, frozen in time.
Hills of dirt and stone folded and furrowed every form it could imagine itself to be, flocking in swarms in schools. Life invented itself, adapted itself, some life, but life would not be contained there.
And the seas, it began, it killed. We raised monuments inspired by the mom. mental glories of our whole love。
the earth was the hand that fed us the blanket that warned us the cradle that rock does ill still let me we grew。