The Beautiful Game

On a green field, with lines and goals,

A game is played, that fills our souls.

Eleven on each side, with a ball so round,

The beautiful game, that we have found.

The whistle blows, the game begins,

With cheers and chants, from the stands within.

Passes are made, with skill and grace,

As players move, with speed and pace.

The ball is kicked, and flies up high,

Into the net, it soars and flies.

The crowd erupts, with shouts and roars,

As players celebrate, with jumps and scores.

The game goes on, with heart and will,

As players strive, with every skill.

Tackles and blocks, and saves so bold,

The game is won, with hearts so gold.

And when it's done, and the day is done,

The memories remain, of all the fun.

The beautiful game, that we adore,

Will live on forever, forever more.