A little girl sat on a verdant glen, And gazed up at the sky so high, She adored the fluffy contours, Wondering if those shapes were conjured.   Beyond the clouds she questioned if, A magical kingdom existed, And looked around for some magic beans, To grow a beanstalk...

“O Naïve and innocent son, fate has cruelly struck you, My dear! How did this happen? Where and When? Was it a speeding car that hit your bike? Or a truck driver blaming a blind spot, A jaywalker, perhaps, whom you were trying to avoid, Could it be someone, envious of...