Fall In Fall Poem by Ima Ryma

Way up high in my apple tree,
Many wanted but did not pluck
This apple and so safe I be,
Thanks to location and good luck.
But as the seasons come and go,
Spring and summer gone, now fall's here,
Deep down within my core I know
Time to fall in fall will appear.
To that destiny I be bound.
I sense a juicy last hurrah,
As I am loosed to go to ground.
Humans call it gravity's law.

From a high branch, blushing and red,
Fell on Sir Isaac Newton's head.