Once there was a robin who loves flying. He travels from one place to another, in search for good memories. He gains more enthusiasm as he gazes upon the wonders of God’s creations. For several years, this was his mandate: to love and appreciate every little thing that he experiences in his journey.
One day, the robin’s attention was caught by the trees dancing with the wind. He was amazed and immediately, he dived from his flight to plunge into the rhythm. Eager to dance with the wind and the trees, the robin drew himself closer, so close that he fell in love with the dancing trees.
He flapped his wings gently as he swayed with the branches and the leaves. The robin stayed in flight for a while, enjoying the sweet moment, synchronizing every move so as to keep with the beat. Until one day, the wind suddenly changed its mood, varying its direction and from one way to another. A gust formed as the hands of the wind slammed its arms. The robin was very confused, as he did not anticipate this transition. “I just wanted to dance with the wind…”, he thought to himself. But the wind grew stronger, spitting wilder gusts in front on the robin’s eyes.
The branches of the trees tried to keep with the rhythm, swaying harder from end to end, much wilder this time. The robin did not notice the transition on the trees that once danced with him. Before his eyes could look into this monstrosity, he found his wings numbing. Instantly, he was accelerating due to the force of gravity.
Calm. Quiet. The surrounding was tranquil.The robin woke up from that terrible experience. He tried to move but he was to weak to stretch out his wings. It was then that he realized that his wings were broken. The essence of being an avian creature suddenly became void of its meaning. In spite of this, he did not lose hope. He dragged his wings as he continued to travel.
Just like the way he used to do, he appreciated every little thing that his eyes see, although at a different perspective. He cannot fly now. His journey continued, though much slower this time. In his voyage, he heard a faint but enchanting voice of someone singing nearby. The robin was tantalized, immediately, he followed the voice. It was getting clearer this time. To his surprise, he found a very beautiful princess. It was the most beautiful thing that he has seen, since the day after his accident.
The robin walked closer to the deity and gave a loud chirp. The princess saw the robin. Seeing the broken wings, she had pity on him. She took the robin home and remedied the wings. After treating the robin, she placed him in a cage. Every day, the princess gives him food and water to drink. Sometimes, she even sings for him. The robin was so happy to be treated this way, so glad that he would want to be in that cage for the rest of his life. The robin recovered from his accident, but he chose to be in that cage. He found himself happy in that situation. He was happy to see the princess each day. He was glad that the princess visits him and sings for him. That was his last memory with the princess.
The robin woke up one day and found his cage unlocked. He was confused to see the hinge of the cage hanging down. He tried to look around for the princess but failed to see her. The robin wondered why the princess would leave the cage open. He did not go out, but waited for the princess to return instead.
Weeks passed but there was no sign of princess in the room. The robin was persistent to wait, so he still stayed, still hoping that one day, he would hear the beautiful voice of the princess, the melody that the princess instilled in the robin’s heart. Each morning, the robin wakes up joyfully, hoping that his eyes would see the princess as he opens them, though he always fails to find her there. Still, he never loses hope, he draws more optimism instead. The passion in his heart overcomes the frustration that each day gives, still having that faith that one day, he would hear that sweet melody that he used to hear.
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One day, the robin’s attention was caught by the trees dancing with the wind. He was amazed and immediately, he dived from his flight to plunge into the rhythm. Eager to dance with the wind and the trees, the robin drew himself closer, so close that he fell in love with the dancing trees.
He flapped his wings gently as he swayed with the branches and the leaves. The robin stayed in flight for a while, enjoying the sweet moment, synchronizing every move so as to keep with the beat. Until one day, the wind suddenly changed its mood, varying its direction and from one way to another. A gust formed as the hands of the wind slammed its arms. The robin was very confused, as he did not anticipate this transition. “I just wanted to dance with the wind…”, he thought to himself. But the wind grew stronger, spitting wilder gusts in front on the robin’s eyes.
The branches of the trees tried to keep with the rhythm, swaying harder from end to end, much wilder this time. The robin did not notice the transition on the trees that once danced with him. Before his eyes could look into this monstrosity, he found his wings numbing. Instantly, he was accelerating due to the force of gravity.
Calm. Quiet. The surrounding was tranquil.The robin woke up from that terrible experience. He tried to move but he was to weak to stretch out his wings. It was then that he realized that his wings were broken. The essence of being an avian creature suddenly became void of its meaning. In spite of this, he did not lose hope. He dragged his wings as he continued to travel.
Just like the way he used to do, he appreciated every little thing that his eyes see, although at a different perspective. He cannot fly now. His journey continued, though much slower this time. In his voyage, he heard a faint but enchanting voice of someone singing nearby. The robin was tantalized, immediately, he followed the voice. It was getting clearer this time. To his surprise, he found a very beautiful princess. It was the most beautiful thing that he has seen, since the day after his accident.
The robin walked closer to the deity and gave a loud chirp. The princess saw the robin. Seeing the broken wings, she had pity on him. She took the robin home and remedied the wings. After treating the robin, she placed him in a cage. Every day, the princess gives him food and water to drink. Sometimes, she even sings for him. The robin was so happy to be treated this way, so glad that he would want to be in that cage for the rest of his life. The robin recovered from his accident, but he chose to be in that cage. He found himself happy in that situation. He was happy to see the princess each day. He was glad that the princess visits him and sings for him. That was his last memory with the princess.
The robin woke up one day and found his cage unlocked. He was confused to see the hinge of the cage hanging down. He tried to look around for the princess but failed to see her. The robin wondered why the princess would leave the cage open. He did not go out, but waited for the princess to return instead.
Weeks passed but there was no sign of princess in the room. The robin was persistent to wait, so he still stayed, still hoping that one day, he would hear the beautiful voice of the princess, the melody that the princess instilled in the robin’s heart. Each morning, the robin wakes up joyfully, hoping that his eyes would see the princess as he opens them, though he always fails to find her there. Still, he never loses hope, he draws more optimism instead. The passion in his heart overcomes the frustration that each day gives, still having that faith that one day, he would hear that sweet melody that he used to hear.
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