Little girl

Pushes a box

Up a hill.

But then he comes.

He adds onto it

Constantly.

Every day,

A few bricks

Are added.

But then he rests,

Too tired to

Add more.

A break.

But like many breaks,

They come to an end.

He is strong again.

They didn't see it.

They couldn't see it coming.

He towers over

Once more.

He piles a truckload more

Onto the box

They nearly finished

Delicately

Picking one brick up

And placing

To

The

Side.

Getting comfortable again.

But too soon.

And too soon

They tumble down the hill.

So hard to get a grip.

Phone a friend

Or a few.

Because they need

Multiple friends

To help them start to

Consider.

Consider climbing

The hill again.