Here's a poem one of the first-time climbers, Sheila, wrote for me:

 

Hoisted aloft to view a new scape

Floating and weightless, at ease on a rope

Body set free and twirling in space

A wild new sensation, heart starting to race

Arms wave a kimbo, widely stretched out

Partly longing to giggle

Partly dying to shout

Just grinning and spinning, many images flashing

Then hanging, relaxing

All safe and secure

Admiring the leaves

Of this she's do more

Joy bubbling up, like magic evanescence

Thankyou my friend for a special experience