Gravity

I watch as the apple

Falls off the branch

Gently hitting the ground

With a soft thump.

I think to myself,

“Why does this happen?”

I sit under the tree

In search of an answer to why apples fall off branches.

The voice in my head says one thing.

“Gravity.”

The answer is gravity

And now I love learning about gravity.

Published by Issy Juanita

A writer with many stories, poems and ideas to tell...

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