Lava

On the walk to school, we had To jump from time to time, Avoiding red-hot lava Which could turn our shoes to slime. The lava was invisible (At least it was to me) But Henry saw it all Down to the tiniest degree. On high alert for danger, He gave warning when a leap Would prevent us both from sinking Into places dark and deep. Though there isn't a volcano For ten thousand miles around, In a boy's imagination, There is plenty to be found.