Once on fields of green, I chased flying dreams,

Sprinting, leaping, in sunlit streams of day.

A twist of fate, a harsh, unwelcome scheme,

Took from my grasp the game I could not play.

Injured, sidelined, I watched skies turn to grey,

Wondering how to spark the dimming light.

I wandered, seeking paths in new foray,

Through painted canvas and in written plight.

In art and words, found a new team, hooray!

A passion reborn from the longest night.