Painting of the Fury Bridge over the Yulong River in Yangshuo, Guangxi (China)

The grass path
the secluded forest
the new leaves are tender
The morning cocks are singing
Orioles resonate

Water state of the Lijiang River
the grotesque peaks are pretty
Scenery of Yangshuo
the emerald mountains lie across

From the poem Scenary of

Yangshou, by Luo Zhihai

Kalepa Bridge in the road to Hana, Maui Island, Hawaii (United States)

Heavenly Hana
Where tropic skies are blue
And angels rendezvous
This is paradise

Your beauty is nature’s jealousy
Caressed in ecstacy
Hana paradise

Lyrics from Heavenly Hana

by John Watkins

Bridge in a forest near Winterberg, North Rhine - Westphalia (Germany)

Sauerland, mein Herz schlägt für das Sauerland,

begrabt mich mal am Lennestrand.
Wo die Misthaufen qualmen, da gibt’s keine Palmen.
Sauerland, mein Herz schlägt für das Sauerland,
vergrabt mein Herz im Lennesand,
wo die Mädchen noch wilder als die Kühe sind.

Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland,

bury me on the banks of the Lenne.

Where the dung heaps smoke, there are no palm trees.

Sauerland, my heart beats for the Sauerland,

bury my heart in the Lenne sands,

where the girls are even wilder than the cows.

Chorus of song Sauerland

by band Zoff

Wooden Bridge over a creek in the Vercors Massif, Isére (France)

"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end…"

Edward Abbey

Müngsten Bridge over the Wupper River near Solingen, North Rhine-Westphalia (Germany)

From Monday, free travel over the Müngstener Bridge. The work was demanding and involved a lot of effort. But the construction workers, who have been working flat out in two shifts over the past three weeks, made progress on schedule when replacing the 28 roller bearings on the Müngsten Bridge . "It's looking good - next Monday from 4 a.m. the Müngsten Bridge will be open to train traffic again," says Deutsche Bahn press spokesman Dirk Pohlmann. "Everything is going well."

Reinische Post, July 25, 2015

Saint Paraskevi Bridge across the Pineios River in Tempi Valley, Thessaly (Greece)

The Vale of Tempe was cut through the rocks by the trident of Poseidon. It was home for a time to Aristaeus, son of Apollo and Cyrene, and it was here that he chased Eurydice, wife of Orpheus, who, in her flight, was bitten by a serpent and died.

Legends of Tempe Valley

Holtzarte footbridge over the Olhadobi Gorge near Larrau, Pyrenées Atlantiques (France)

“Agur Xiberoa, bazter güzietako xokorik ejerrena, agur sorlekia, hiri ditik ene amentsik goxuenak...”

 "Goodbye Zuberoa, the sweetest corner of all corners, goodbye to the world, my sweetest dreams from the city....."

From a traditional vasque song

Bridge over the Olhadobi creek near Larrau, Pyrénées Atlantiques (France)

Urtzi, heavenly light, the creator of storms

The protector of our forebears, now forgotten
Where are you? Where are we? 

We’ve been forgotten
Time has devoured everything and withered us away
We’re trapped in its claws; where are our roots?
Amari, I’m calling to you out loud.
Give the people strength
Urtzi, son of Amari
You came to me.

Lyrics of Otoi,

song by Zuberoa Aznárez

about basque mithology

Bamboo Bridge over the University Pond in the Xitou Nature Education Area (Taiwan)

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Wooden footbridge near Kuhmo (Finland)

... The night falls upon the forest that weeps
Father of shadows that forever sleeps

I saw the lakes that shimmer
I heard the clanging of the wild rivers
You are the voice that carries throughout the land

I felt the strength of my ancestors
As I walked through the land of the dead
You are the fire that burns forever

In the dark rain the gray mountains sing
A sad song of winter and the howling wind
Visions of the past in the haunting dreams
Under the dead sky, under the withered trees

From the Lyrics of The Forest that Weeps

by  Wintersun

Ponte Pelvo over the Varaita River near Bellino, Piedmont (Italy)

Vois ces vierges, là-haut, plus blanches que les cygnes, 
Assises dans l'azur sur les gradins des cieux ! 
Viens ! nous invitons l'âme à des fêtes insignes, 
Nous, les Alpes, veillant entre l'homme et les dieux.

Des amants indiscrets l'abîme nous protège ;
Notre front n'a rougi qu'aux baisers du soleil, 
Et les rosiers du soir sur notre sein de neige 
Répandent seuls l'ardeur de l'ambre et du vermeil.

Excerpt from Symphonie Alpestre

Victor de Laprade, 1812-1883

Wooden Bridge near Goslar, Lower Saxony (Germany)

 "Only the wanderer gets to know the sublime language of nature, the sounds of needy humanity."

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Old Lattice Bridge over the Pemigewassett river near Woodstock, New Hampshire (United States)

I SHUT my eyes in the snow-fall
And dream a dream of the hills.
The sweep of a host of mountains,
Theflash of a hundred rills,

For a moment they crowd my vision;

Then, moving in troops along,

They leave me one still mountain-picture,

The murmur of one river’s song.

’T is the musical Pemigewasset,
That sings to the hemlock-trees
Of the pines on the Profile Mountain,

Of the stony Face that sees

Extract from the poem Pemigewasset, the River

Lucy Larcom

Forestry Commision Bridge crossing the Affric Glen near Cannich, Scotland (United Kingdom)

He who first met the Highlands swelling blue
Will love each peak that shows a kindred hue,
Hail in each crag a friend's familiar face,
And clasp the mountain in his mind's embrace.
Long have I roamed through lands which are not mine.
Adored the Alp and loved the Apennine,
Revered Parnassus and beheld the steep
Jove's Ida and Olympus crown the deep.
But t'was not all long ages' lore, nor all
Their nature held me in their thrilling thrall;
The infant rapture still survived the boy,
And Loch-na-gar with Ida look'd o'er Troy.
...

From The Highlands Swelling Blue

Lord Byron

Kaivannon Bridge in Kangasala (Finland)

Jag gungar i högsta grenen
af Harjulas högsta ås;
vidt skina de blåa vatten,
så långt de af ögat nås.
Af Längelmänvesis fjärdar
där skimrar ett silfverband,
och Roines älskliga vågor
i fjärran kyssa dess strand.

I swing in the highest branch
of Harjula's highest hill;
as far as the eye reaches.
the blue water shines.

From Längelmänvesis Bay

there is a silvery ribbon,
and Roine's lovely waves

 kiss its beach far away.

En sommardag i Kangasala (A summer day in Kangasala)

Poem by Zacharias Toopelius

Ranney Gorge Suspension Bridge over the Trent River in Campbellford, Ontario (Canada)

Give us a place to stand

And a place to grow

And call this land Ontario.

A place to live

For you and me

With hopes as high

As the tallest tree.

Give us a land of lakes

and a land of snow

And we will build Ontario

A place to stand, a place to grow

Ontari-ari-ari-o !

A place to stand
Ontario unofficial anthem

Shinkyo Sacred Bridge over the river Daiya in the Futurasan Shrine, Nikko (Japan)

A priest named Shōdō and his followers climbed Mt. Nantai in the year 766 to pray for national prosperity. However, they could not cross the fast flowing Daiya River. Shōdō prayed and a 10 foot tall god named Jinja-Daiou appeared with two snakes twisted around his right arm. Jinja-Daiou released the blue and red snakes and they transformed themselves into a rainbow-like bridge covered with sedge, which Shōdō and his followers could use to cross the river. That is why this bridge is sometimes called Yamasugeno-jabashi, which means the "Snake Bridge of Sedge"

Legend of Shinkyo Bridge

Pony Bridge over the Quinault River in the Olympic National Park, Washington (United States)

Located in the north-west of Washington State, Olympic National Park is renowned for the diversity of its ecosystems. Glacier-clad peaks interspersed with extensive alpine meadows are surrounded by an extensive old growth forest, among which is the best example of intact and protected temperate rainforest in the Pacific Northwest. Eleven major river systems drain the Olympic mountains, offering some of the best habitat for anadromous fish species in the country.

The Olympic National Park described as

UNESCO World Heritage Site

Suspension Bridge of Niskakoski over the Kitkajoki River in the Oulanka National Park, Kuusamo (Finland)

 Under sleepy branches 
a strange light shines, 
   in the forest a magic path 
   comes from nowhere, leads nowhere. 
My shadow fled, I am 
without body. disolved in moonlight. 
   My step remains suspended in mid-air, 
   My hand touches emptiness. 

Moonlight in the forest

Aaro Hellakoski 

Lions Gate Bridge over the Burrard Inlet in Vancouver, British Columbia (Canada)

Aller de ville en ville, ça je l'ai bien connu
Je mène ma vie comme un radeau perdu
Les gens de la nuit sont toujours là quand il faut
Ils vous accueillent avec des rires et des bravos
Les vapeurs d'alcool, ça je les connais bien
Les cheveux qui collent au front des musiciens
Et c'est difficile, le choix d'une vie
Je rêve de choses don't j'ai réellement envie
Je chante dans le port de Vancouver, je chante sur des souvenirs amers
Et je danse, je danse, c'est bien
Je n'vois jamais le matin et c'est bien

Lyrics of Vancouver

Veronique Sanson