Rumbling Tumble:

As the tumbling hills rang in the distance,
Our gaze falling downhill into the land,
The leaves carrying us downwards,
As the mighty sky fell into the palm of your hand,

The clouds swallowed us gladly,
As the river had done the same,
The rainbow tree glistened during the day,
As the sun was glad we had came,

We had finally reached the bottom,
The pit not far as we had thought,
Nor did it hurt as bad,
The leaves catching our cheesy plot,

As you gave me the sky from your palm,
I gave you the beam filled sun,
Your world brightly glimmering orange,
As I saw what we had won,

We started our walk back to the top,
The hill fighting us on every step,
Taunting our every move,
Begging for a misstep,

As we took each inch one by one,
Keeping our hand on hand,
We finally reached that torrid last step,
And then we could finally stand.