"I wander'd lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills; When all at once I saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
The bridge was old and wobbly. The bridge is over the top of a flowing small river. There were different coloured leaves all around from the trees that were close by. These leaves were also on the bridge.