Falling, falling, falling

Falling through the air
I feel a sudden pause,
Time stops quick
as I begin to feel the fall.

Fields down below are just a speck
as I hurtle towards the ground,
A second feels like an hour
the rush goes through my blood,
Unable to control
what I wish that I could.

Though people love the feeling
of no ropes or boundaries,
I feel time is precious
as I turn around to see,
my parachute bloom into spring
its colours I see to vividly,
It gulps up all the air
while I float to earth amiably.

© Andrew Lockley 2008