The chestnut dresser towers above them.
A smile brightens the leader's face-
he deems the dresser their newfound friend,
and everyone always follows the leader.
Plain old dresser it is no longer,
but an almighty mountain.
To conquer this mountain is no easy feat,
yet, they're eager to become the rulers.
The Amazing Mountain Race commences-
first to climb to the top is the winner!
Mini hands and feet scurry to compete,
trying to appear greater than they are.
Only the fittest of the pack triumphs.
he stands tall and commands the rest:
Place silky clouds of cotton beneath me!
Then join me in my palace of wonder.
They flutter smoothly down the mountain,
landing gently in the velvet clouds.
Giggles echo across the fairy forest,
as they continue to dance off the edge.
All, but the youngest one of the tribe-
his hands tremor at the peak.
He waits too long to take his own leap- boom!
Shove from behind.
He misses the cloud by merely an inch,
hits the floor of the forest fast and hard.
Silence follows as the group crowds around.
Will baby Jake be okay?
He fails to respond to the magic dust;
yanked out of Neverland, they call for help.
The one that shoved him escapes into thin air,
while sirens blare in the distance.
Leader looks up to the dresser and shudders,
steering the children away.
The dresser that was once their friend
Towers above them.
Leap of Faith(original)
The chestnut dresser towers above them.
A smile lights up the leader's face.
He deems the dresser as their new friend
And everyone follows the leader.
The dresser is no longer a plain old dresser,
But an almighty mountain.
To conquer the mountain is no easy feat
Yet, they become the rulers.
The Amazing Mountain Race commences.
First to climb to the top wins
Miniature hands and feet scurry and compete,
Trying to be greater than they are.
Only the fittest of the pack survives in the Race,
And commands the rest:
Place silky clouds of cotton beneath me!
Then join me in my palace.
They flutter smoothly down the mountain,
landing gently in the velvet clouds.
Their giggles echo across the fairy forest,
as they continue to dance off the edge.
All, but the youngest one of the tribe.
His hands tremor at the peak.
He waits too long to take his own leap.
She shoves him from behind.
He misses the clouds of cotton by just inch,
Hitting the floor of the forest hard.
Silence follows as the group crowds around.
Are you okay, they ask.
The youngest one fails to respond,
so the children call for help.
The one that shoved him escapes.
Sirens blare in the distance.
The dresser that was once their friend
Towers above them.
The leader shudders in its presence,
And leads the children away.
