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.