A trembling hand, a falling sound,
The flask slipped down, it kissed the ground.
But not a shatter, just a line—
A silver crack, a hidden sign.
A film inside, so thin, so clear,
From old experiments left near.
A question formed: “Could this be used?”
To shield the ones we might have bruised.
What breaks can teach us how to mend,
A crack can show a safer end.
Not every fall leads to despair—
Some bring the answers floating in air.
He smiled and wrote the moment down,
From chance, he shaped a gentler town.
For those who drive through glass and rain,
He made a world with less of pain.
The flask slipped down, it kissed the ground.
But not a shatter, just a line—
A silver crack, a hidden sign.
A film inside, so thin, so clear,
From old experiments left near.
A question formed: “Could this be used?”
To shield the ones we might have bruised.
What breaks can teach us how to mend,
A crack can show a safer end.
Not every fall leads to despair—
Some bring the answers floating in air.
He smiled and wrote the moment down,
From chance, he shaped a gentler town.
For those who drive through glass and rain,
He made a world with less of pain.