The bridge is very wobbly,

Everybody claims it's safe to cross.

I try not to look down,

The wood is decades old and is covered in moss.

The rope keeps me balanced,

It helps me from falling to my doom.

I just wish I wasn't on this stupid safari,

Instead, just sleeping in my room.

If walk a couple more steps,

The bridge will break and I'll fall.

My family is supporting me,

But, my confidence and I are seperated by a brick wall.

I take a deep breath,

I imagine I'm light as chalk.

I make up my mind,

And start to carefully walk.

As I go step by step,

I open my eyes.

I start to laugh happily,

I've almost reached the prize.

When I go from wood to grass,

I fall to my knees.

I cheer at the sky,

I feel very, very pleased.

Mountains,

Standing tall and high,

They hold much cold but never cry,

Through winters wet and summers dry,

Their roots below will never grow,

Their trees might blow away and fly,

Their streams might slow and dry,

But the mountains they stay still and high,

Never fall, never fly,

Mountains standing tall and high.