It was barely two years ago when I fell in love with a Cherry Blossom Tree. Well, not to a literal Cherry Blossom Tree, but I described the one I thought I fell in love with to that – because of his demeanor, his machismo, his intelligence, his stance in life. With a mindset gearing to the long-term, I thought I really did fall in love. But it was just a fancy love – tantamount to a thirteen year-old girl next door’s infatuation to a fifteen year-old basketball varsity hottie.
But at this season of change, the thirteen year-old has now grown into a lady, and the Cherry Blossom Tree has shrunk into a shrub. There are no more trees to admire, only people. The lady has learned how to admire and to Love – grounded in a firm foundation of friendship, trust and understanding of each other.
At the moment, the lady is just an angel guiding and protecting men and women – and also being guided by other angels. At the moment, she is only wearing the half of a pair of wing – the other half worn by another angel.
When she meets the angel whose half-pair is akin to hers, that’s her time to fly to the heavens. She embraces the one who owns the other half of her wings and soars to the sky.
No more trees to look up to, only the heaven to fly and conquer. This is how angels fly.
But at this season of change, the thirteen year-old has now grown into a lady, and the Cherry Blossom Tree has shrunk into a shrub. There are no more trees to admire, only people. The lady has learned how to admire and to Love – grounded in a firm foundation of friendship, trust and understanding of each other.
At the moment, the lady is just an angel guiding and protecting men and women – and also being guided by other angels. At the moment, she is only wearing the half of a pair of wing – the other half worn by another angel.
When she meets the angel whose half-pair is akin to hers, that’s her time to fly to the heavens. She embraces the one who owns the other half of her wings and soars to the sky.
No more trees to look up to, only the heaven to fly and conquer. This is how angels fly.
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