Beneath the glowing gymnasium lights,
The echo of sneakers on polished wood,
A symphony of movement, a dance in flight,
Where dreams soar higher than any could.

The ball, a globe of promise and fate,
Spins and arcs through the air so free,
As players weave in a fast-paced gait,
Crafting stories of victory, of legacy.

The net sways gently, a silent witness,
To the fierce battles fought and won,
Each dribble and pass, a whispered promise,
In the heart of the game, where legends are spun.

The final buzzer sounds, a closing note,
Yet the spirit of the game lingers on,
In every heart that dared to float,
In the dance of the court’s symphony, strong.