As if it had been heavenly decreed,
He grasped, then overturned each leaf.
Feet widely spread, he toddled forward,
Keenly focused on the deed at hand.
Imbalance directed his golden hairs
Be bloodied and his eyes be teared.
Granted full or our divided attention,
We must with our eternal repair
Restore our faith and his imagination
With a congratulatory hug at closure.