America... a Symphony Of Fields And Dreams...26 Fifa Song Poem by P A Noushad ...

AMERICA...
A Symphony of Fields and Dreams...

It begins with light spilling over green fields,
a canvas brushed in morning gold—
where boys and girls, in every corner of the Earth,
chase not just a ball,
but a dream that rolls, spins, soars.

AMERICA, the anthem, rises like a sunburst,
a wave of rhythm that dances through the air,
crossing oceans, touching rooftops,
weaving into the flags of nations.

On these sacred grounds of grass and glory,
boots carve stories into the soil,
every pass a poem, every goal a flame—
and the stadiums, vast and alive,
roar like mountains echoing joy.

Crowds spill their hearts in song,
faces painted, arms raised to the skies—
not in rivalry, but in reverence,
for this dance of courage and grace.

From the silent prayers of the goalkeeper
to the blazing feet of a child's hero,
from the referee's whistle
to the beating drum of distant homelands—
everything becomes music.

This song—AMERICA—carries more than sound;
it carries love stitched with sweat,
hope wrapped in teamwork,
and the sacred truth whispered beneath the noise:
health is wealth, unity is power, and joy is our shared homeland.

And as the world gathers—
in the heart of the USA, in the soul of Canada,
under the stars of Mexico—
we are no longer divided by maps,
but united by motion, rhythm, breath.

This is not just football.
This is the Earth remembering its rhythm.
This is humanity running, leaping, laughing
toward something beautiful, together.

Let the anthem rise.
Let the ball roll.
Let the world play.......