Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Fall in Fall

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.