The Ball | the ball poem

 

The Ball

In fields of green where laughter's found,

A bouncing orb, so free, unbound.

"The Ball" it's called, a world of play,

A symbol of fun in every way.

With kicks and throws, it takes its flight,

A source of joy, both day and night.

On playgrounds wide and courts so grand,

It weaves a tale across the land.

From soccer pitches to basketball courts,

"The Ball" unites us in all sorts.

It dribbles and spins, a dance so fine,

A symbol of unity in every line.

From childhood games to champions' quests,

It's put to every thrilling test.

A vessel of dreams, ambitions soar,

"The Ball" is more than just a score.

A friendly match or fierce contest,

Its role in lives, we must attest.

An equalizer on every field,

"The Ball" makes every heart yield.

A playful companion, a source of glee,

It brings us all, you and me.

"The Ball" in its journey, stands tall,

A universal language, a cherished call.