In fields of green, where champions rise,
The echo of the crowd, their fervent cries,
The ball in play, the stakes set high,
The spirit of sports, it will never die.
On tracks of gold, where runners stride,
With every race, they push aside,
The doubts and fears, to cross the line,
In the heart of sports, where dreams align.
On courts of clay and hardwood floors,
The battle fierce, as passion roars,
With every serve and every shot,
The essence of sports, it canât be bought.
In pools of blue, where swimmers glide,
With every stroke, the world they bide,
The finish line, the goal they see,
In the soul of sports, where all are free.