LiLo and The Great Wings

I am the tiniest and littlest one in my pack. Mother said my full name is Cloe, but my siblings added ‘Lil’ before my name, cause they said I am not the only ‘littlest’ one out there. Instead of calling me Lil-Cloe, they preferred LiLo better. I’d say, “whatever bakes your cake!”

I’m in love with the place where I live in. It’s an impeccable endless space where I could pamper my eyes with the magnificent view of seascape from above. It made me realize that I am not so small after all.

My pack and I traveled a lot, most days we band together to create a thick formation, other days we went our separate ways. I cherished every passing moments with my pack. Especially the moment when we had to stop and greet the other passerby. They called them The Jetty, I call them The Great Wings.

I don’t know what are they made up of or where do they come from, but I admire these guys. My pack told me that I have a huge unhealthy obsession towards them. When they passed by, I completely lost my attention and forgot what I’m supposed to be doing.

The Great Wing stuck up in my consciousness like a fallen meteor, as they gallantly soar with their ultra-speed and droning noise. When I could sense them coming from afar, I decided to stay put and watch them soar. My biggest wish is to get near them and touch their strong wings, but Mother would never let me.

I once asked Mother for a full explanation of The Great Wings.

“Mother, are those our friends?”

“I can’t really tell, my dear”

“Why?”

“Because there are some conditions that is difficult for us to stay friends with them”

“But Mother, nobody is angry and get hurt”

“I know, but that is not the reason. What will happen between us and them is completely natural..”

Before I voiced my confusion, Mother continued.

“There are some days where we can be friends with The Jetty. They call it the ‘Clear’ sky. We will looked so pretty from up there and we helped them soar easily. However, it is not always the case. There are some days where we can’t really be friendly with them. It is when they have to pass through us to soar down to their destination. They parted us, messed up our thick formation and sometimes, we shakes them a little—“

“But aren’t they strong?”

“Yes they are. They are made that way. But yet, they are not strong enough to face your uncle”

“Uncle Cumulus?”

“That’s right my dear. They can’t really cooperate with Uncle Cumulus. So they avoid him to protect themselves”

“I wish I could get close to them and touch their strong wings”

“Your time will come, LiLo. You don’t have to think about it, because what you have to remember is your first priority”

Mother was right. There are far more noble things that I could do other than admiring and wishing to be near The Great Wing.

“What is it Mother?”

“Giving a tiny drop of ourselves for the Mother Earth”

Mother was right. We give a little bit of our life to Mother Earth in order keep them alive. Though we never know whether they thank us for it or the other way around.

Maybe, The Great Wings existence is the way how Mother Earth says thank you. Let’s just hope it’s true.

 This piece is written from 40,000 ft above sea level. Inspired by the scenic view from above.