Flying kiwi

I remember the flying kiwi
Flying gear bunched up on the ground
The sound of children battling to get down
Tied belayers  pulling as hard as they could
Trees rustling in the wind while the kiwis going up.
The sun shining  through the trees
People happily laughing.
Looking at all the people go up
The feel of the wind
The force of  the ropes pulling me towards the grass
Lovely colours shine on the harness
I could hear the ropes calling me as if
it wanted me to have a tone.

by Tyler