While land migrated and seas stirred with madness,
She made her home in silence.
Years passed.
Dull elevation; a blank mound.
Living had no design.
She gave nothing to this world.
Then one day, with breath of life
Conceived an orchid at her bosom.
Repaired.
Oceans calmed; lands bashful,
Witnessed the stain of mortality.
Nursed beneath the sultry broth;
The fragile youth swayed through timid whispers.
Sheltered from the Western winds and coddled by
Gentle elegance,
Growth was inevitable.
As life maintained, so did she.
Fascination gave rise to massive strength,
Parenting gave thick uprising and
Purpose evolved vigor majesty.
Soon, seasons changed.
Death possessed existence.
Inside; silent no longer.
Reborn by darkness,
Twisted, turbulent, fury surfaced.
Molten damage took hold.
Nothing could survive her wrath.
With this as her commencement,
New Form:
A maternal gift to Earth.
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