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“Boeing To Gravity by Stewart Stafford

Tumbling down a hill,
An upside-down idyll,
No time to make a will,
If prematurely killed.

And as you tumble down,
Slowly fades your frown,
Falling ankle over crown,
Rolling all the way to town.

Reach the end with a bump,
Sporting that fetching lump,
And to your feet, you jump,
As excited fists both pump.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved”
― Stewart Stafford

“Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed one sprite tumbling into a flower and emerging heavily dusted with carrot-coloured pollen. The other held up its glaive, victorious.”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“The post knocks a chunk of granite loose, and the rock tumbles down the course, smacking every obstacle in its path until it crashes twenty feet in front of us. If there was ever a metaphor for my life, well... that's it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Even brahmins [people belonging to the caste who follow ritual practices] will not delve in the past and yet these intellectuals keep remembering, ‘This person cheated me. This man called me stupid!â€� The flow of speech is like the flow of water. How can we ask it, ‘How did you come here tumbling down?”
― Dada Bhagwan