She cradles the earth as if it was her only child, planets and stars getting tangled in her auburn colored hair. She can move mountains and change the oceans currents with just a swift move of her hand. She can carry the whole universe upon her shoulders and tell everyone that it is fine, she is okay. But soon that weight may bring her down, and this whole earth may fall into an endless pit with along all of the planets and stars and Suns. But she still carries it, keeps a smile upon her face, (even though she feels like crying or taking a nap for a thousand years) and she tells everyone that they are fine, that everything is okay. (But what about her? Is she okay?) But she is the courageous woman, the kind girl, and the person who can look at destruction and find at least one piece of it beautiful. She is the brave, strong, intelligent, and spirited one. So for now, she is okay. Even though she feels her heart being ripped out of her bleeding chest, she knows better days will come. Things get better. Time heals all wounds.
