Gravity

A poem about...

For a force that juggles stars around,
Gravity is awfully weak.
It stops the Moon from flying off,
But can’t hold down my feet.

It tugs big hailstones from the clouds,
And hurls them to the floor,
And yet can’t seize the magnets that,
Stick on my fridge’s door.

It makes our planet spherical,
More round than any ball,
And pulls you roughly to the ground,
If you should trip and fall.

Electric forces are so strong,
They cause the lightning flash,
And the forces in an atom,
Are near impossible to smash.

But the secret trick of gravity,
Although it’s not so strong,
Is that, unlike each other force,
Its reach is very long.

Where magnetism cancels out,
And other forces fade,
It’s gravity that leads the dance,
The stars and planets made.

Tales tell that Newton did,
Discover gravity,
As he sat contemplating things,
Beneath an apple tree.

But he did not discover it,
When gravity dawned upon him,
It discovered him, in fact,
And dropped an apple on him!