I climbed to the top of the mountain
Then took a few steps out
There the path abruptly ended
I jumped back, then looked about
I gathered all my courage
Then crept back toward the edge
A river ran with fury
Fifty feet below the ledge
It rushed and gushed with power
Destroying anything in its path
There was nothing in all the world, it seemed
To match this river's wrath
If rivers had a spirit
This one's was the strongest
It continued to rage and rush and surge
Without even the slightest rest
Suddenly my stomach dropped
And my heart pounded with fear
As if the fierce river was warning me
To never again come near
