The next car rolled up,
it was our time to go,
we waited for the green lights to show.
The thrilling feeling inside,
four hundred feet tall,
but nowhere to hide.
We then took off in a flash,
Up four hundred feet in a dash.
As tall as the clouds.
The wind whistling past us.
Straight down we road,
the wind making us cold.
Roller coasters are the best,
now let us go and explore the rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem