The wind bellows into the stadium,
Leaves sail by in a peaceful manner,
The green turf also flowing with the breeze,
As the up-rights stand still in shining yellow glory.
Bliss is discovered as clouds roll by
And cast a year long shadow
That ignites a feeling of delight
Upon the sun’s temporary departure.
With a history longer than the track itself,
A journey to soon end,
A sigh of relief is released
To show that it is almost over.
I bring myself to my feet,
March to the line one last time,
Take a breath deeper than outer space
And take off into the lap of life.