KICK THE BUD!

In the bright sun, the angel rose. Her eyes were blue, her lips, glossy, her face, serene and her heart was simply golden.

This angel shed her wings, in a race to be a human. Nevertheless, she was on her ‘perfection’ streak, at every task she undertook.

She was simply bright; no doubt, she was the best creation of God.

She flew gracefully through her school years, being an influence for everyone.

My angel, next to the queen without the crown, had dreams to reach the sky, and then beyond but like pebbles over the street, she had to face struggles.
She experienced heart breaks, failures and struggles of life. 

The angel now, missed her wings. Human race was just a challenge for her.

Not everything she had in her mind went according to her plans. Not every time she escaped struggles or avoided pain.

But did the creator know that my angel could turn into a human when in pain?

My lovely lady still had blue eyes with the sweetest fake-smile ever; sharp face with a ton of make-up, but still her heart was simply gol‘done’.

Unlike the previous times, she counted her days of existence. My old angel was living in the past, wishing to not see the future. Just a little snow ball, looked like an iceberg to her. Not looking back to the days she was the hype, she was in hype. As time passed, her hopes drowned and then to those glossy lips, she stuck a roll of paper which was supposed to reduce stress. My angel, now a human paid for death.

Does this story have a moral?