The Good Earth by Petra Michelle

Dedicated to Mother Earth

FADE IN:

EXT. HOME. COUNTRY - DAY

On a balmy Spring day, a young GIRL, while savoring a peach, walks up the stairs of her home with her MOTHER. She studies its glistening pit, then smiles.

GIRL I'll be right back, mom.

She runs down the stairs to an open expanse of land outside their home. She drops to her knees, digs a hole in the moist earth, then gently sets the peach pit into its center, covering it lovingly with the freshly dug-up soil.

As she rises, she notes the location of the small mound, then runs home. 

TEN YEARS LATER

The young girl, now a young WOMAN, rests against the blossoming tree, studying with her COLLEGE SWEETHEART. He lifts her hand and gently kisses it. They exchange smiles as she runs her hand through his thick, wavy hair.

ANOTHER TEN YEARS LATER

Under the now twenty-year old tree, a WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER takes pictures of the woman turned BRIDE with her college sweetheart, now GROOM. Wedding GUESTS surround them excitedly, sharing in their joy.

AND YET ANOTHER TEN YEARS LATER

Picnicking with her three young CHILDREN under the tree's slivers of sunlight and shade, she observes her surroundings with reverence.

SOME YEARS LATER STILL

Mature in age, she and her husband exchange proud glances while their children and GRANDCHILDREN exuberantly feast at their annual Spring reunion under the tree's rustling and protective branches.

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Her husband, now in his senior years, stands alone under the rich spread of the peach tree's blossoms. As he caresses its bark, 

HUSBAND Olan, you are the Earth.

FADE TO BLACK