the tamp

purpose: to describe
 The tramp I hear the bong of the springs. Dark grey bars forming the black net. The white bit in the middle is just like a puzzle. As I see the black weaved mat. The grey bars hold it up. I taste the fresh air. I touch the zip that gives me a ting. I smell the tree. I feel the breeze go past me. I hear the trees sway as the wind blows.