A/N: Here’s a short poem that came to me awhile ago. It’s not much. I guess it could be considered an introspective on Terabithia as a place. Enjoy. R&R! Thanks! –Mac

Disclaimer: I don’t own BTT.

Cross The Bridge

Cross the bridge

Into a land of wonder

Where magic is real

And your imagination can run free

Cross the bridge

Into a land of paradox

Where good and evil are intertwined

And the line between life and death is blurred

Cross the bridge

Into a land of healing

Where hopes and dreams are torn down

And resurrected

Nothing Crushes Us.