On the Field of Dreams
In fields of green, where young hearts race,
A dance of passion, a boundless space,
With every whistle, the crowd ignites,
A symphony of joy in the city lights.
Cleats hit the soil, a rhythmic sound,
As players unite, their spirits unbound,
With a flick of the foot and a glance toward the sky,
They chase the elusive, the sweet by and by.
The ball spins swiftly, like hopes in the air,
Each pass stitched with courage, each tackle laid bare,
From the striker's ambition to the keeper’s keen gaze,
In the theater of soccer, we revel and praise.
The thrill of the goal, the net sways with delight,
As cheers cascade down, igniting the night,
A world coming together, from far and wide,
All differences fading, in joy we abide.
For moments of magic, of sorrow and cheer,
The love for the game brings us all near,
In the beautiful game, where dreams intertwine,
With every kick, we find love divine.
So here’s to the players, the fans, and the team,
To the heart of the game, to the spark in our dream,
In the rhythm of soccer, our spirits take flight,
A beautiful story, painted in light.