The cold winds blow,
across the snow.
across the barren gray sky.
Kids go sliding downhill,
covered in layers hiding from the winter chill.
The glow of Christmas lights lighting the streets,
sheets of ice layering the slick concrete.
People drinking warm drinks out of mugs,
relatives giving bear hugs.
Stockings hanging stuffed with treats,
children stuffing their mouths with sweets.
Presents spread under the Christmas Tree,
snowflakes engulf the pearl white sea.
Players dribble the ball down the court,
playing the tough sport.
They shoot towards red hoops,
players dunk off the alley-oops.
He floats through the air,
Driving to the hoop on a tear.
One of the best players to play the game,
surrounded by fortune and fame.
He has six golden rings,
Lebron is one of the kings.
But Michael is the god,
Kobe Bryant is a fraud.
Catching the ball in his tan Nike glove,
Yankee fans in love.
Air Jordan gloves holding his louisville slugger bat,
The sun beating off his blue and white yankee hat.
His nickname is Megatron,
he moves gracefully across the field like a swan.
One of the greatest wide receivers ever,
his legacy lives on forever.
When the clouds start to cry,
rain falls from the sky.
Thunder claps across the hills,
fog pushed away by morning chills.
Lightning strikes the moist ground with a flash,
the clouds and the sun clash.
Leaves drop from tall trees,
following the swift breeze.
Thanksgiving smells engulf the air,
everyone waiting for dinner sitting in there chair.
Fans cheering at the top of their lungs,
spit flying from their tongues.
Players tackling hard,
across the schoolyard.
Pitchers throwing from the windup,
coaches editing their lineup.
Infielders taking ground balls,
umpires blowing calls.
own the game,
respect your opponents,
set a goal,
achieve your goals,
go out and get it,