Life is an energy. And science teaches us, energy does not decrease nor disappear. It simply takes another form. And when my life ended as the willow tree, I have left my withered trunk behind but my soul was retained and have evolved into a new being...an angel. I was ready to see my God's face. But then, I must not yet be worthy. However, I am greatful beyond eternity for the new being that I have become. I have wings, as the birds to fly me to the most beautiful places, a singing voice, to soothe weary hearts, limbs and legs to dance and most of all a face that personifies me.

I descended to the earth when I once stood as the willow tree. None have come to mourn my death. It saddens me, therefore I stood there to mourn my own death. Beside my lifeless trunk, lies my scroll. Upon which I have inscribed the names of beings that hath earned a place in my heart and soul. I picked it up and decided to keep it. This day is the start of my new life. I've breathed air for years and yet I wake up this morning as though I've only begun living. Call me by the name Achaiah, and this is the story of my life.