My poem, falling falling, falling. Comments thank you..?

Question: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 pleasantly.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: 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 pleasantly.

Hmmm, needs just a bit of touch up but, I really got that feeling that I was the one parachuting LOL

Neat write my friend and Pen on <3