Countdown

The sun smiles slow,
Washing my body in glow.
Slowly coming up mound,
With orange,I am surround.
The world is for few genuine,
Left over is the haughty queen.
With rag like hair and pachyderm feet,
A winter in heart with summer beat.
Time has come slightly fast,
Life has made the sail half mast.
The jump is there but sand is gone,
The kick is there but football is forlorn.
The day has come for tears to stop,
Twisting in victory of what they met.
Destiny will give a new sunrise,
Writing will glisten as the final prize.