It's not the fall,
but how you rise
after the fall
that defines you.

Love will not survive
if not accompanied by trust.

Ukulele boy,
Holding his favourite toy,
Playing a merry tune
That might as well make me
S
      w
           o
                o
                      n
He plucks at the strings;
In reply, it sings,
Its voice echoing
                                across
                  ­                             the
                                                         stadium—

Muffled by the roaring cheers around him.