In the realm of sports, swimming often plays second fiddle,
overshadowed by soccer’s power and basketball’s dribble,
yet, as its story runs in the watery depths of time,
a melody unfamiliar to some, but uniquely mine.
The azure depths of the pool, inviting and clear,
a sanctuary from the sun’s relentless leer,
often connecting with the weary, parched from the heat,
a haven of relaxation in a world fraught with exhaustion.
I know the sensation of diving through the water’s chill,
the sharp tang of chlorine, the diving board’s thrill,
on scorching summer days, the relentless sun,
I seek solace in the depths of the pool, a cooling liquid dream.
Hearing the roar of the crowd, passion profound,
jubilant crowds like a harmony,
wanting to be part of the symphony,
longing to be part of a cheer,
but remaining still silently following,
At swim meets, camaraderie blooms, records fall,
cheers ring out, echoing through the vast area,
witnessing countless dives, each a chance to shine,
and now it’s my chance, screams of joy filling the air,
the azure depths driving me in.
Yet being vulnerable, wary of chlorine and pH excess,
a pungent reminder of the pool’s harshness,
the shrill cry of the whistle awakens the spirit of swimmers,
as they plunge into the water, fearless in their flight.
overshadowed by soccer’s power and basketball’s dribble,
yet, as its story runs in the watery depths of time,
a melody unfamiliar to some, but uniquely mine.
The azure depths of the pool, inviting and clear,
a sanctuary from the sun’s relentless leer,
often connecting with the weary, parched from the heat,
a haven of relaxation in a world fraught with exhaustion.
I know the sensation of diving through the water’s chill,
the sharp tang of chlorine, the diving board’s thrill,
on scorching summer days, the relentless sun,
I seek solace in the depths of the pool, a cooling liquid dream.
Hearing the roar of the crowd, passion profound,
jubilant crowds like a harmony,
wanting to be part of the symphony,
longing to be part of a cheer,
but remaining still silently following,
At swim meets, camaraderie blooms, records fall,
cheers ring out, echoing through the vast area,
witnessing countless dives, each a chance to shine,
and now it’s my chance, screams of joy filling the air,
the azure depths driving me in.
Yet being vulnerable, wary of chlorine and pH excess,
a pungent reminder of the pool’s harshness,
the shrill cry of the whistle awakens the spirit of swimmers,
as they plunge into the water, fearless in their flight.