The Speaking Tree

O Poet, the realm of words is yours!
So eloquently you express,
the beauty and essence of my being.
Thy glorious words stir many,
yet pride I show none.
Never do I hide,
although you seek to possess.
Freely I give,
never a citation I ask.
O Man, won't you learn from me?

Relatively speaking ..

Said Schwarzschild, as he strapped on a rocket,
heading towards a black hole, "It'll never get me!".
Snickered Eddington, till he couldn't see him any more.
And then he snickered some more.