GRAVITY
Gravity is pretty good stuff,
And Earth is lucky to have enough.
‘Tis sad how we take gravity for granted
When we should, in fact, be utterly enchanted.
When you’re flying high above the ground,
Good old gravity brings you down.
It keeps your oil in the frying pan
And out of the way of your ceiling fan.
It helps basketball players make all their baskets,
And keeps dirt on top of all the caskets.
When it rains it makes the soil absorb it,
And gives the moon its elliptical orbit.
Gravity makes weightlifting hard,
And maple leaves fall all over the yard.
It lets you toss coins to make decisions,
And keeps organs inside your surgical incisions.
Without gravity we’d be floating in space,
The clothes in our closets all over the place.
Quicksand we could safely ignore ignore,
But getting dressed would be quite a chore.
Nobody knows where gravity comes from
Or why it does what it does.
For me a satisfactory answer
Is simply just because.
