[] Fiddle sticks Yes, I missed In all the fumbling madness I tripped I rose to my feet Proceeded with belief To find A determinating measure With all the facts recieved Gathering that of need Grazing , I began to feed On all the tasty morsels Left behind From seed to dynasty A branch a leaf a tree Climbing upward A spectacular view Atlast received [] If lessons achieved without a slip to your knees you will proceed a higher realm on an enlightening trail