Words are from Fly by Niki Minaj
Oma-o stumbled on a root. The big tree she stood by was surrounded by roots, but Oma-o thought they looked like brown tails that jumped from the ground to trip her. A breeze hit her face and she padded over to a cliff that ended sharply. She almost fell. Oma-o looked down. A red bird, perhaps a cardinal was twittering about and hopping to and fro. She looked at it for some time, then decided something. She walked back to the tree, it was at three yards away. She took a look at the edge. Then she ran,
And she jumped.
When she hit the ground, she kept running.