As the seasons collide,

The persistence grows,

The uncontested eagle flies,

The adversity merely shows.

From start to finish, the flag is raised,

Time is of the essences,

 But the game waits to be played.

As players train, the agents are there,

A Supporter in the shadows,

That guides the flare.

As fall comes to distance,

The players must to train,

Supported from the shadows,

 Beyond the flame.

As the time is now,

 The agent states,

It’s now time to play this game of fate.

When victory is assured,

It is apparent,

That the guider of the flame,

Indeed was the sports agent.