On the hardwood floor, under bright lights,
The ball dances to the rhythm of dreams,
A symphony of sneakers, echoing might,
As players soar, chasing victory’s beams.

The hoop stands tall, a circle of hope,
Where countless wishes and heartbeats entwine,
Each dribble, each pass, a scope,
Of passion, of strength, a love divine.

In the huddle, whispers of strategy blend,
A brotherhood forged in sweat and trust,
As the clock ticks down, they ascend,
Their spirits unyielding, their plays just.

The final buzzer, a moment of truth,
Win or lose, they gave it their all,
The court, a canvas for daring youth,
Where dreams rise high and never fall.