Beneath the azure skies, the field awakens,
With every blade of grass, the spirit’s taken.
The ball’s caress, a lover’s gentle touch,
In every kick, it speaks so much.

Echoes of cheers, like waves they roll,
From the stands to the heart, it fuels the soul.
The dance of feet, so swift, so free,
A symphony of movement, wild and spree.

The sun dips low, casting shadows long,
Yet still they play, with hearts so strong.
Through sweat and strain, they chase their dream,
On this sacred ground, they reign supreme.

Night falls softly, the stars now gleam,
The field at rest, relives each gleam.
In dreams of victory, they find their might,
Ready to battle, come morning light.