He sat beneath the orchard tree
A silent thought, a mystery
The fruit dropped down, the world stood still
And reason bent the sky to will

He saw the world not as it seemed
With numbers sharp and logic dreamed
No burning stake, no holy fire
Just gravity and bold desire

Falling apples, rising minds
Truths unchained from ancient binds
From dust to stars, from dark to flame
The age of wonder found its name

Pens like swords in candlelight
Philosophers rewrite the night
No crown, no church, no fate divine
Just thought and time and grand design

They spoke of rights and questioned kings
Of reason’s weight and freedom’s wings
From London fog to Paris square
Ideas marched through poisoned air

Falling apples, rising minds
No more chains on humankind
From books and blood, a world rewrites
The dawn begins with quiet fights

No banners waved, no trumpets blew
But every truth they dared pursue
Was carved in stone, not built on fear
The whisper louder year by year

Falling apples, cracks in fate
They drew the line, they shaped the state
And though their hands are gone from sight
Their questions still ignite the night

An apple falls – and thought takes flight
Into the stars, beyond the night